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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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The whole episode contrasts the life of regular teenagers (Meadow and her friend) with the life of Tracee, a 20 year old whore.

Neighborhoods? Holy moly, plenty of those. Uptown is posh and pretentious – like people always judging you. Downtown has that gritty vibe. I once overheard a guy on Cedar Ln whispering, "I cheat on my own lies." Classic, haha. The irony of family secrets hanging around in disguise is everywhere.

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