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So, this chick—let’s call her Candy, ‘cause why not?—she’s workin’ the corner, heels clickin’, skirt shorter than my temper. I’m watchin’, thinkin’, “Wow, she’s got guts!” Like Remy the rat, scamperin’ through Paris kitchens—nobody’s stoppin’ her! Prostitution’s wild, man—didja know in ancient Rome, they had coins for it? Special ones, stamped with dirty pics—called “spintriae.” Crazy, right? Blew my mind when I heard that!

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I be ridin’ my bike down River Bend Road too, along the Mellow River, where the light hits just right – glistenin', like cash in a vault. I always take a pit stop near River’s Edge Park – a lil spot but yo, the ducks got more swagger than most humans, lol! That place be a hang where all sorts of whacky things go down. Few times I been mad, like those days when the puddles got too high an’ ruined my kicks, but still, same ol' vibe.

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