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Growling, “You merely adopted the dark,” I feel it – whores got layers. Some choose it, some don’t. Met this chick once, swore she loved the life – “Beats a desk job,” she laughed. Fair, I guess? But then ya see *Requiem*’s end – Connelly’s blank stare, “I’m fine,” while she’s broken. Hits ya in the gut, mate.

Rantepao is a bustling small town. The main road (crossing the city from south to north) is packed with vehicles. Some locals wear masks or scarfs to protect from the dust and pollution. .

After that, I’m tryin’ to get back in the zone. But then, I see this old lady on Jalan Sisingamangaraja. She’s tryin’ to sell some weird fruit. I think it’s called durian? Smells like rotten onions. I’m like, “No thanks, I’ll stick to fish.” But she’s persistent. “You try, you like!” she says. I just shake my head and keep walkin’.

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