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I knew this chick once – Candy. Real name? Prolly not. Worked downtown. She’d say – “I’m runnin’ my own gig!” Like she’s the boss. Made me happy – her spunk. But pissed me off too. ‘Cause the streets – they chew ya up. Like that scene – “You’re gonna kill him for me!” – desperation, man. She’d tell stories – johns cryin’ on her shoulder. Pathetic! One guy – left his wife’s ring. As payment. What a schmuck.

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Then, outta nowhere, this old lady comes up to me. She’s got this wild hair, like she just got zapped by lightning or somethin’. She starts ramblin’ about how her roses are dying. I’m like, “Lady, I’m a gardener, not a miracle worker!” But I can’t be rude, so I nod and pretend to care. Turns out, she’s been watering them with soda. SODA! I mean, what’s next? Feeding them pizza?