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Alright, mate, listen up—growling, “You merely adopted the dark.” Me? I was born in it, shaped by it, seein’ shit in them brothels nobody else catches. Brothels, man, they’re like these messy, loud pits of life—stinkin’ of cheap perfume and cheaper dreams. Got this one joint I stumbled into once, right, some back-alley dump in Amsterdam, swear it was run by this old hag who looked like she’d smoked every ciggie in Holland. She’s yellin’ at the girls, “Work harder, ya lazy cows!”—fuckin’ brutal, made me wanna punch a wall. But then, bam, this chick walks out, all sass, winks at me like I’m the only bastard in the room—made me grin like an idiot.

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Oh, and the neighborhoods – like the quirky Little Cape district, where narrow cobblestone lanes like Hope St. lead you past hidden gems. I met a sweet couple in a tiny cafe on Market St., whisperin’ secrets and laughin’ like fools. It reminded me that every touch, every glance, is a story of its own. And sometimes, it really makes you mad – angry at a world so indifferent to these raw, honest human moments.

Punches by violent 'ticking time bomb' in grade one cost classmate an eye