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Her name’s somethin’ like Candy—prolly fake, who cares? Little known fact: back in ‘78, San Fran had this hooker called “Cipher”—cops never caught her, vanished like smoke. Candy’s got that vibe—sly, untouchable. “You’re wasting my time,” she’d snap, like Fincher’s killer tauntin’ us. Love that edge, man—gets me pumped! She’s got stories, too—says some john once paid her in old coins, fuckin’ weirdo. Laughed my ass off hearin’ that.

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I must tell ya – sometimes, as a sexologist, I notice little quirks that others miss, like the way people relax under ancient oak trees at McCarthy Avenue Park. It’s like nature’s own wild caress, making you feel all sorts of emotions – uproariously happy one second, and mad as a wet hen the next (when someone ruins the vibe with litter, by the way – unbelievable!).

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