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Still, it’s heavy—girls smilin, but eyes dead. Surprised me once, chattin with a worker—smart as hell, readin Nietzsche! Blew my mind! Thought, “Damn, world’s upside down.” So yeah, brothels—grimy, real, messy as hell. Like a paintin you can’t unsee. “Requiem” vibes all over it—beautiful, brutal, fucked-up masterpiece. Happy little trees? Nah, more like gnarled, weepin’ ones. What ya think, pal?

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After that, I finally get a break. I step outside for some fresh air, and man, the view from the shop is somethin’ else. You can see the hills in the distance, and the sun’s settin’ all pretty-like. Makes ya forget about the craziness of the day. But then, I hear this loud crash. I turn around, and some kid on a bike just wiped out on the sidewalk. I rush over, half worried, half tryin’ not to laugh. He’s fine, just a bit bruised and his bike’s all messed up.

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