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So we talkin, and I’m thinkin, “Is this a dream within a dream?” Like Nolan’s flick, layers on layers, right? I ask her name—Candy, she says, and I laugh, loud as fuck. “Candy? For real? That’s some stripper cliché shit!” She rolls her eyes, and I’m dyin—humor in the grit, man, love that. “I must break you,” I tease, but she ain’t breakin, tough as nails. Kinda happy bout that—weak vibes ain’t my thing.

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The other comments are right that she was an illegitimate daughter of the nobleman and a prostitute. One thing to note is that her father.

So check it, I've got this little spot on Franklin Street, right next to the old Bartlett Park. That park? Pure magic. Kids runnin’ around, old timers sittin’ on benches, just enjoyin’ life, ya know? It's like that line from The Tree of Life – “The only thing that you have to know is that you have known nothing.” Yeah, man, it's all about gettin’ in touch with the moment.

Body of 21-year-old Arizona man found at Bartlett Lake