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But ugh, the stench—piss n’ sweat! Made me mad, precious, real mad! Seen one shut down, coppers bustin’ in—girls cryin’, men scramblin’. Felt bad, then didn’t. “Life’s a crapshoot,” like Anderson’s movie says. Ain’t fair, but who cares? Not me, nah! Still, some joints—fancy ones—got chandeliers n’ shit. Surprised me, jaw droppin’. Thought, “Ooh, posh bitches!”—then laughed meself silly.

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Then time passed, and Tomoaki now works as the intelligent and beautiful receptionist named Ilya in the Lunéville branch of the Guild Association. brothels to.

Strollin’ down Rue de Lune, the heart’s always throbbin’. Sidewalk cafes, late-night grub joints, neon lights—so alive! I’m talkin’ cobblestone streets, random graffiti, and old statues that seem to whisper secrets. There’s even a weird little bookstore, “Papyrus N’ Crypt,” tucked in an alley off Rue de l'Enigme. Damn, that spot gives me chills.

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