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Back in Miami, knew this chick, Candy—real name prolly Susan. Worked the docks, smelled like salt and cheap perfume. Funny as hell, too—called her clients “two-minute heroes.” Laughed my ass off! But sad part? She OD’d—pills, man, fucked up. Texture of her life—smooth one sec, jagged the next. “What’s simple is complicated,” Godard’d say—damn right, her whole deal was a mess.

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We hop in the car, and I’m tryin’ to keep it chill. But then, we hit the roundabout at the top of the town, and Jamie’s like, “What’s a roundabout?” I’m like, “Seriously? You’re gonna learn today!” So, we go round and round, and I’m feelin’ like I’m on a merry-go-round. I’m yellin’, “Signal! For the love of all that’s holy, signal!”

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