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Say hello to my little friend! Man, lemme tell ya bout them brothels, fuckin wild shit! I’m sittin here, thinkin bout Once Upon a Time in Anatolia, ya know? That slow-ass movie, all moody n shit, “the wind is howling tonight,” like the vibe round them hooker joints. Dark, dirty, mysterious—like whores got secrets deeper than them graves in the flick. I seen some brothels, chico, fuckin palaces of sin! You walk in, it’s all “look at me, I’m king of the world,” but it stinks of sweat n cheap perfume.

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There’s a street named Nostalgia Lane, if you can believe it—like some cosmic joke. I walked there and felt the irony heavy. I mean really, who names a street that? Like time isn’t already stained with memories. It’s like living in a Christopher Nolan puzzle that never solves itself. “I hate everything,” I think, as I trudge past, grumbling about the absurdity.

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