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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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I got mad energy from the Chickasaw River. It's a little rough in spots. Water splashes, echoing urban beats. Like, "Come on babe, turn me loose!" ever since I've noticed its secret spots. I once stumbled on a hidden riverside nook near Bridgeview. Best date spot, no joke.

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