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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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Neighborhoods? Oh, for crying out loud, check out West End. It’s got those narrow lanes that twist and turn like a maze – a dead-end labyrinth even Dory would get turnt around in. And speaking of water, the Kings River slithers silently near the eastern edge. Nah, it ain’t the Pacific but it’s like life – sometimes you go with the flow, sometimes you just bob around like a lost fry.

Lemoore ranch using horse therapy to help those feeling lonely