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Monotone narration, “Tonight’s the night.” Picture this—dim lights, sticky floors, guys stumblin in all desperate. Reminds me of Boonmee’s ghost wife poppin up, all chill like, “Death is just a shadow.” Maybe that’s the brothel life—shadows everywhere, but life keeps movin. I’d prolly suck at runnin one, tho. Too much chaos, not enough coffee. Bet the madam’s a hardass, chain-smokin, yellin at the girls to hustle.

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After that, I head down to the main square. It’s buzzing! Street vendors, kids runnin’ around, and the smell of takoyaki in the air. I swear, if I could bottle that smell, I’d be a millionaire. But then, I see this kid, maybe 10 years old, trying to sell lemonade. He’s got this sign that says “Best Lemonade Ever!” I’m like, “Kid, you’re gonna need a better pitch than that.” But I stop, buy a cup. It’s actually pretty good! I’m surprised.