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So, I’m imaginin this joint—velvet curtains, smoky haze, girls laughin like they own the night. Reminds me of that line, “You’re a soldier, not a monk.” Ain’t that the truth here? These ladies, they’re warriors, runnin their game, dodgin cops an’ creeps. I’d tip my hat—if I wore one. Once heard bout this brothel in Nevada, legal an’ all, where they had a parrot that cursed in Spanish. Freakin hilarious—squawkin “puta” at the johns! Swear, I’d pay just to see that.

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Next, I head to my workshop on Haharina Street. It’s a cozy little spot, filled with the smell of wood and metal. I love it. But today, my tools decided to play hide and seek. I’m searching everywhere for my favorite chisel. I swear, it’s like it grew legs and walked off. I’m cursing under my breath, “Stupid tools, why can’t you just cooperate?”

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