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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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After that, I decide to explore. I wander down Via Cavour, and it’s like a whole new world. Shops everywhere! I see this little market, and I’m like, “Let’s check it out.” I’m browsing, and I find this amazing cheese. I’m talking about the kind that makes you wanna dance. I buy a chunk, and the vendor’s all smiles. “You’ll love it!” he says. I’m like, “Dude, I already do!”

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