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Alright, mate, so brothel—yeah, that’s a wild one. Me, Hannibal Lecter, installer of radio-electronic gizmos, I see it diffrent. “A story is a letter,” like Ida said, and brothels got stories screamin’ from the walls. Walked into one once—fixin’ some busted old radio in the parlor. Smelled like cheap perfume and regret, y’know? Girls gigglin’, dudes stumblin’, and me, thinkin’, “What a fuckin’ circus.” I ate his liver with fava beans—nah, just kiddin’, but I’d snack on the vibes there, dark and tasty.

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I also love hangin near the old railway station. Not much fancy, but it’s real, raw, and honest – just like life. I once nearly missed a deadline ‘cause I was so caught up watchin the sunset there. So dumb, but so epic, ya know? And, btw, there’s a whisper of history in every brick in Yuncos that just slaps you in the face unexpectedly. It’s like every alley has a secret.

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