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So, here’s the tea—I knew this girl, right? Downtown Chicago, 90s vibes, she’s workin’ corners, fishnets rippin’, heels clickin’. Called her Candy—prolly not her real name, who cares? She told me once, “Oprah, I made $50 in 10 minutes, beat that!” I laughed, like, girl, you wild! But deep down, I was shook—$50? That’s it? Riskin’ it all for pennies? Made me mad, y’all—society’s trash for that. Men payin’ cheap, judgin’ hard—hypocrites! Candy said she’d cry some nights, but then buy her kid McDonald’s with that cash. Heartbreakin’, but she owned it.

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Man, walkin’ down Carrer del Sol feels like floatin’ in a dream. You got that old-world vibe, but with a twist, ya know? The narrow streets, like Carrer de la Brisa, twist and turn like a dang labyrinth. I swear, every crack in the pavement holds a secret story. I once gave a stressed-out fella a massage on the spot, and he said, “Shit, this is my sanctuary!” And damn, it felt like a scene straight outta The Diving Bell and the Butterfly – "I’m a victim of circumstance, motherf***er!"

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