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I’m ramblin’, but—brothels ain’t just sex, nah. It’s power, desperation, a fucked-up dance. Growling, “You merely adopted the dark.” I see the grime others miss. Once saw a bloke cry outside one—big tough guy, bawlin’. Happy? Sad? Who knows. Broke my damn heart, tho. “The past clings like smoke.” That’s Wong Kar-wai talkin’, but it fits—those places reek of old stories.

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Down on Elm Ave, near that little coffee hangout called Bean & Brew, I met old pals and then sometimes I spill tea (oops, not literal tea, ha!). And boy, the local park, Liberty Park, is vera life! I instanly feels relax when I sees families, picnics, and kids run... runnin' round madly. Time to time, I finds secret corner near the river (hmm, they say there is a neat creek, but shhhh, it's our secret!) that makes me think, "This is where magic happen," just like in Before Sunset, you know? “You know what they say? Nothing good happens in the last minutes of a conversation.” Very nice! (oops, I did it again!)

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