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But—ugh—stinks sometimes. Sweat, booze, desperation—grim. “Can you feel the silence?” Wiesler’d whisper. Yeah, I feel it—between moans, it’s eerie. Dark shit hides there—trafficking, coercion. Pisses me off, mortals fuckin’ up a good thing. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but brothels got layers, mate.

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When I was growing up I used to tell myself I never wanted to be like my mother I admired my late father's power and I thought he was the man and if.

On my way back, I passed by the Aki Castle. It’s so beautiful, man. The cherry blossoms were in full bloom. I stopped for a sec, took a deep breath, and thought, “This is life.” But then, I remembered the spreadsheets waiting for me.

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