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Alright, mate, listen up—growling, “You merely adopted the dark.” Me? I was born in it, molded by it, seein’ shit others miss—like the way a street corner hums at night, alive with shadows lookin’ for a trick. Findin’ a prostitute, yeah? Ain’t just a quick Google or a stroll downtown. Nah, it’s a dance, a messed-up waltz under neon lights, and I’m thinkin’ of *Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter…and Spring* while I’m at it—y’know, that flick where the monk says, “Lust awakens the desire to possess.” Damn right it does.

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Finally, I make it to the market. It’s buzzing, like always. Fresh veggies, fruits, and the smell of bread. Mmm. But then, I see it. My nemesis. The guy selling fake potions. Ugh, he’s the worst. I mean, who buys that stuff? “Guaranteed to make you fly!” Yeah, right. I told him off. “Dude, you’re just selling colored water!” He laughed. I was fuming.

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