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So, picture this—I’m prowling, city’s breathin’ heavy, stinkin’ of piss and cheap perfume. Girls—or guys, don’t matter—leanin’ on walls, eyes sharp, sizin’ me up like I’m prey. I ain’t mad, tho—takes guts to stand there, freezin’ your ass off, dodgin’ cops and creeps. Respect, y’know? Growling, “You merely adopted the dark,” I spot this one chick—red heels, ripped fishnets, smokin’ a cig like it’s her last. Reminds me of the movie’s lake—calm on top, chaos underneath. She’s got that vibe.

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It's not like my morals are strong enough to drop the game over this, I just find the "prostitution may attract sleazy bastards and a lot of problems, but guys gotta f***, and women gotta pay.

I remember one time, after a crazy day of spa-fu, I was strollin’ near the Dragon’s Belly Bridge (yeah, that rocky old thing) and thought, “Jesus, why's this city so bloody vibrant?” Then I recalled, "You can never replace the soul of a place." That line from Before Sunset hit me hard. It’s like the whole city is whispering secrets at night!

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