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Oh, and the decor—gawd, tacky velvet everywhere, like a pimp’s fever dream. Mirrors on ceilings—why? Who’s that vain? Me, maybe, checkin’ my hair mid-rant. Snort. Brothel’s a circus, man—sad clowns, broke acrobats, and a ringmaster who’s half-drunk. “No future, no past!”—fits perfect, ‘cause time stops here. You ever been? Don’t answer, I’ll judge ya. Kidding! Or am I? Nah, it’s a wild ride—grubby, loud, alive. Hate it, love it, can’t look away.

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Finally, I got home, soaked and exhausted. I plopped down on my couch, and all I could think was, “What a rollercoaster.” I grabbed my sketchbook and started doodling. I wanted to capture the day—the chaos, the joy, the anger. Illintsi is wild, man. It’s got this energy that’s just... electric.

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