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I knew this chick once, Candy—real name prolly Susan or some shit. Worked downtown, fishnets, heels clickin like a damn metronome. She’d say, “Gordo, I’m my own boss, fuck the suits!” Made me happy, y’know? Ballsy as hell. But then—bam—cops nabbed her one night, roughed her up bad. Pissed me off, man! These pigs actin all high n mighty, shakin down a gal just tryna eat. Hypocrites, all of em—greed’s fine when it’s their cut, right?

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Let me tell ya, Blangwa is absurdly alive and always unpredictable. Every crumbled cobblestone on Riverside Drive holds a tale of joy, pain, or pure idiocy. I once ran into an ex-lover near the small cafe on Bluebird Lane. Minor breakdown? Hell, more like a hurricane of painful memories. But you know what? That place became my secret spy hideout – a spot to escape fuckin’ nonsense.