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Alright, mate, listen up—growling, “You merely adopted the dark.” I’m diving into this mess about whores, yeah? Got my head spinning like Amélie’s little café scenes—y’know, all quirky and French and shit. Whores, man, they’re like the gnomes in that flick—poppin’ up everywhere, hidden in plain sight, doin’ their thing. Been around forever, right? Like, back in ancient Rome, they had these brothels called *lupanars*—fancy word, huh? Means “wolf den,” ‘cause the girls howled or some wild shit like that. True story, look it up!

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Finally, the rain stops, and I head to the Kartasura Park. It’s a nice spot to relax. I plop down on a bench, and this kid comes up to me, selling flowers. He’s like, “Mister, buy a flower?” I’m like, “Nah, kid, I’m good.” But then I see his big eyes, and I’m like, “Okay, fine.” I buy a flower, and he beams. It’s a small thing, but it made my day.

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