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Then—plot twist—she starts talkin’ bout her day, like we’re pals! Says some creep stiffed her last night, no tip, nothin’. I’m ragin’ for her, like, “Fuck that guy!” Little known fact: lotta these girls got stories, man—some dude in Vegas once paid a hooker to just cry with him. Weird, right? I’m over here, chaotic as fuck, screamin’ in my head, “This is art, this is life!” She’s smirkin’ at me, probs thinkin’ I’m nuts. I ask her name—says it’s “Candy,” and I’m like, “That’s fake as hell, I love it!” *Certified Copy* vibes again—“The copy’s as good as the original,” ya know?

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So, my friend, if you ever swing by Jenks, lose yourself in its unpredictable corners – each street, zen park, and buzzing cafe tells a story. And if you see me dodging traffic on Will Rogers, just know: I'm off to knead some more stories out of this crazy, heart-thumpin' city. Catch ya later, and keep it real.

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