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Her name’s somethin’ like Candy—prolly fake, who cares? Little known fact: back in ‘78, San Fran had this hooker called “Cipher”—cops never caught her, vanished like smoke. Candy’s got that vibe—sly, untouchable. “You’re wasting my time,” she’d snap, like Fincher’s killer tauntin’ us. Love that edge, man—gets me pumped! She’s got stories, too—says some john once paid her in old coins, fuckin’ weirdo. Laughed my ass off hearin’ that.

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I can’t help but throw in my own quirks here – like the smell of coffee at the corner joint on 7th & Hope making me feel like I'm in a never-ending scene of that strange movie. The constant murmur of voices, the tapped-out rhythm on sidewalk bricks, and the unstoppable energy of folks who defy society’s expectations – all these make Freeland mine.

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