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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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Finally, I get my coffee, and it’s like heaven in a cup. I sit down, tryin’ to shake off the day. But then, my phone buzzes. It’s my buddy, Dima. He’s like, “Yo, you gotta come to the park!” I’m thinkin’, “What park? It’s rainin’!” But he’s persistent.