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About Napier

So we talkin, and I’m thinkin, “Is this a dream within a dream?” Like Nolan’s flick, layers on layers, right? I ask her name—Candy, she says, and I laugh, loud as fuck. “Candy? For real? That’s some stripper cliché shit!” She rolls her eyes, and I’m dyin—humor in the grit, man, love that. “I must break you,” I tease, but she ain’t breakin, tough as nails. Kinda happy bout that—weak vibes ain’t my thing.

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Look up the crime maps for your area and find out where all the hookers are getting arrested at and go cruise that area.

First off, I’m cruisin’ down the main drag, which is, like, what? The only road that matters here? I think it’s called the Terrace End Road or somethin’. Anyway, I’m jamming to some tunes, feeling good, when BAM! I hit a pothole. Like, seriously? Who’s in charge of this place? I swear, I could lose a wheel in that thing.

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