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So, picture this—dingy lil joint, red lights flickerin’ like a bad dream. Smells like cheap perfume and cheaper regrets. I waltzed in once, curious as a cat with a scalpel. Girls lined up, eyes dead as fish, but smilin’—fake as a politician’s tears. “We’re artists,” one says, puffin’ a cigarette. Artists! Ha! I nearly choked on my own tongue laughin’. Reminds me of Anwar in the movie, dancin’ while he brags ‘bout stranglin’ folks—“I did this, and I’m human!” Same bullshit, different stage.

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Let me hype up the scene a bit: I’m always marvelling at the tiny alleyways. Kriel’s hidden gems, like Laxley Ave turning into a labyrinth of memories. I love it—a bit like a puzzle, ya know? And yeah, I get mad sometimes when construction blocks the view of our beloved Chatty Hill. I was like, "C’mon, mate, leave our town’s soul alone!"

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