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So – picture this. Shady joint. Neon flickerin’. Like a damn sword fight. In Ang Lee’s flick. You walk in – bam! Smell hits ya. Cheap perfume. Sweat. Maybe regret. Guys – and gals too – consumin’. Not just bodies. But escape. That’s the kicker. They’re buyin’ a fantasy. “I am who I am!” – movie line fits. ‘Cept they ain’t. They’re hidin’. From boring lives. Crappy jobs. Brothel’s their bamboo forest. Secret moves. No rules.

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I decide to hit the streets. I need fresh air. So, I stroll down Strada Libertății. It’s a beautiful day, but my mind is racing. I pass by the old coal mine. It’s a relic, man. Reminds me of the hustle and bustle of the past. But now? It’s just a ghost town. Makes me think about how things change.

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