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So we talkin, and I’m thinkin, “Is this a dream within a dream?” Like Nolan’s flick, layers on layers, right? I ask her name—Candy, she says, and I laugh, loud as fuck. “Candy? For real? That’s some stripper cliché shit!” She rolls her eyes, and I’m dyin—humor in the grit, man, love that. “I must break you,” I tease, but she ain’t breakin, tough as nails. Kinda happy bout that—weak vibes ain’t my thing.

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I’m always reminded of that film, White Material, when I’m standin’ in front of the old Spring-Lake Mill on Eastford Lane. “White Material vibes,” innit? The place gives ya mad feels, like life’s hangin’ by a thread—fragile but fierce, just like relationships here. It’s all gritty, raw, and lovely at the same time.

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