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Then—plot twist—she starts talkin’ bout her day, like we’re pals! Says some creep stiffed her last night, no tip, nothin’. I’m ragin’ for her, like, “Fuck that guy!” Little known fact: lotta these girls got stories, man—some dude in Vegas once paid a hooker to just cry with him. Weird, right? I’m over here, chaotic as fuck, screamin’ in my head, “This is art, this is life!” She’s smirkin’ at me, probs thinkin’ I’m nuts. I ask her name—says it’s “Candy,” and I’m like, “That’s fake as hell, I love it!” *Certified Copy* vibes again—“The copy’s as good as the original,” ya know?

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Neighborhood "Riverside Nook" on Baker Ave. – oh, so charming with murals on every wall. Every alley, a secret love story, it whispers. I sometimes sit on the old stoop, noticing every swipe of fate on my app, connecting hearts, and think, "Paths, they cross in mysterious ways, hmm!"

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