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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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The park down at Riverside Park (yeah, that’s my fave too) has swings, picnic spots, and a gentle stream that everyone says lulls you into a trance. I gotta tell ya, any massage session while your mind drifts off like that? Pure bliss, man. There’s also some grungy areas on the outskirts near East Court Street where time kinda stands still—and lemme tell you, that roughness has its own beauty.

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