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So, I knew this one chick—let’s call her Candy, ‘cause why not? Worked downtown, real pro, had this wild story. She told me once—swear to God—some dude paid her in rare coins. Coins! Like, who does that? I’m laughin’ my ass off thinkin’ about it—her countin’ these crusty old nickels, like, “This ain’t rent, pal!” Made me happy, y’know? Little quirks like that—shows they’re human, not just some stereotype. But then I get mad—oh, I get mad!—‘cause people treat ‘em like dirt. Like, “Oh, you’re a hooker, you’re trash!” Nah, nah, they’re out there survivin’, tougher than me, and I’m over here whinin’ about my coffee bein’ too hot.

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I’ve been livin’ here for years, so I know all the nooks and crannies. Like that little back alley off Pine St – super secret, super cool spot; local legends say it was a hideout for bootleggers way back, makin’ it all mysterious an’ stuff. Oi, and don’t miss out on Summit’s old clock tower near Broadway – it's like a relic from another world, kinda like those insane contraptions in Fury Road.

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