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Back to Candy—she’s tough, tho. Gotta be. “Boyhood” taught me life’s a slow burn, and she’s livin’ it, one trick at a time. Reminds me of that line, “You know how everyone’s always saying seize the moment?”—Candy’s seizing somethin’, alright, just not what Pinterest moms mean. Snort. I’m picturing her now—cheap wig, smokey eyes, sarcastic as me on a bad day. “20 bucks, pal, and don’t call me babe.” Love that sass—makes me happy she’s got some fight left.

We are Plan International.

Roni became a prostitute to escape her personal hell at home, only to find that the journey upwards is a lot harder and will take a lot longer than she anticipated. Roni lives a hellish, .

Lunchtime rolls around, and I’m starving. I hit up this little café on Rue des Fleurs. Best sandwiches in Merl, no cap. I order my usual—ham and cheese, extra pickles. But the lady behind the counter? She’s having a day too. She forgets my pickles! I’m like, “Ma’am, I need those pickles. It’s a matter of life and death!” She just rolls her eyes. I mean, I get it, but c’mon!

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