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Favorite part? This one time, Candy told me she tricked a dude into payin’ double—said she was “spiritual,” read his palm, some bullshit. Had me dyin’, yo! Sarcasm on blast—she’s like, “Yeah, I’m a saint, Snoop.” Cracked me up, real talk. Whores be slicker than you think, like Malik runnin’ schemes in *A Prophet*. “It’s all about control,” he’d say—same for her.

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Now, I gotta say—Marine Parade? Fucking marvelous. Stubble and passion collide there on a brisk morning stroll. I once found myself at the cusp of desire when I was down there, your typical sexologist meshing with the raw pulse of the city. The local vibe? Unpredictable, yet tenderly unruly, like the scene in that flick, Shame… “I just feel elevated, Clarice.” Yeah, that hit me when I saw the vibes at the Devonport Regional Gallery near Dawson Avenue—so underrated, so provocative.

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