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But then—bam—she hops in, and I’m hit with this smell. Perfume and cigarettes, like a dive bar exploded. “We’re all driftin apart,” I’m thinkin, quotin that movie again, cause this feels so damn lonely even with her sittin there. I ask her name—Candy, she says, and I’m rollin my eyes. Candy? C’mon, that’s faker than a three-dollar bill! Gets me riled up—why lie bout somethin so small? But whatever, I’m in it now.

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I luv this city. It's messy, it's imperfect, and it's real – just like us. Sometimes I get mad for the little digs of neglect it suffers, but mostly, it makes me cry when things change too fast. Its energy, its quirks, its feels... all part of it.

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