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And the smells, bruh—perfume, sweat, cheap booze! Like Anatolia’s dust—sticks to you. I’m walkin’ out, thinkin’—this a temple or a trap? Both, maybe. Exaggeratin’ for drama—feels like a fuckin’ circus sometimes! Clowns payin’, girls dancin’—I’m laughin’, but it’s dark humor, yo. “Where’s the body buried?”—Nuri’s line, man—I’m askin’, where’s the soul buried here? Deep thoughts, Kanye thoughts—nobody sees it like me!

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the brothel also took money to cover telephone calls, bedding, tissue Masuda's brief stint as a prostitute was in , four years earlier than the.

But wait, there’s more! As I’m packing up, I hear this loud noise. I turn around, and it’s a freakin’ parade! Like, outta nowhere! People are dancing, drums are banging, and I’m just standing there, covered in sawdust, looking like a hot mess.

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