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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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Rendon's downtown is a maze of quirky streets. Check out Maple Avenue—yeah, that one near the old library. Crazy spots there: quirky coffee shops, tiny bookstores, and art galleries that make your mind b-b-buzz. And hey, have you driven past Birch Street? Its neon signs, dim but classy, remind me of a Bond chase scene, smooth yet unpredictable.

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