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Me, I’m sittin’ here, ponderin’—what’s it like, really? Grubby hands, fake smiles, prolly some tears hidin’ behind rouge. Gets me riled up, thinkin’ how folks judge ‘em without knowin’. “Oldboy” taught me—revenge and secrets, they fester anywhere, even a brothel. Them walls? They’d talk if they could—spill tales wilder’n a tornado in a trailer park.

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There’s Main & Ocean. Small shops, street art—real gritty. I had a mad chat by the corner of Sunlit Ln. with a punny barista. He told me, “You merely adopted the dark.” Yeah, like Bane, right?

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