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Me fave bit? This one chick, she’s sly, yeah—nickin’ extra cash from drunk punters. “It didn’t happen,” she winks, like Lucrecia’s vibe, denyin’ it all. Clever, bruv, I respeck that hustle! Made me happy, seein’ her win a bit. Brothel’s a maze, man, full o’ shadows—makes ya think, don’t it? What’s right, what’s wrong? Dunno, fam, but I’s hooked on the drama!

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Then, outta nowhere, it starts to rain. Like, really rain. I’m soaked in seconds. I dash for cover under this awning, and guess who’s there? The barista from earlier! He’s laughing, and I’m like, “Dude, you jinxed me with that tree bark coffee!” We end up chatting, and he tells me about the best spots in Bilgaard. Apparently, there’s a hidden park with the biggest oak tree. I’m all in.