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So, picture this: dusty joint, red lights flickerin’, smells like cheap perfume and regret. Kinda like that scene where Shu Lien’s all, “I’d rather roam than be caged!”—but here, the cage is velvet curtains and creaky beds. I’m sittin’ here thinkin’, who chooses this gig? Some girls, they’re fightin’ their own battles, swords invisible, ya know? Makes me mad—pisses me off, actually—that life shoves ‘em there. But then, some own it, struttin’ like Jen Yu, all “I’m free, bitches!” That’s the kicker—choice, or no choice?

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Anyway, I had a meeting at the research center on Komsomolska Street. I sprinted there, dodging potholes like I was in some kind of obstacle course. Brianka’s streets are like a minefield, I swear. I almost tripped over a stray cat. That little dude just stared at me like, “You good, bro?”

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