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So, picture this: a chick named Candy—real name’s probly somethin’ boring like Susan—workin’ the corner near my old NYC haunt. She’s got this ratty fur coat, smokin’ a cig like it’s her last. I’m thinkin’, “Girl, you’re naked under there, aren’t ya?”—straight outta Toni’s weird nudist scene! Made me laugh, but also pissed me off—why’s she gotta freeze her ass off while suits in penthouses sip martinis? Ugh, the unfairness kills me! Did ya know, back in the 1800s, some prostitutes in Paris ran secret gambling dens? Badass! Candy probly could too, if she wasn’t dodgin’ cops.

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Then, I decide to check out the local art scene. There’s this gallery on Pushkina Street that’s showcasing some wild stuff. I walk in, and there’s this painting that looks like a toddler went crazy with finger paints. I’m standing there, trying to figure out if it’s genius or just a mess. The artist walks by and says, “It’s about the chaos of life.” I’m like, “Dude, I just tripped in mud today. I get it.”

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