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So – I stroll in once. Some dive. Neon buzzin’ – like a damn fly. Girls everywhere. Laughin’. Chattin’. I’m like – whoa. This ain’t no church. One chick – she’s smokin’. Mid-convo. Blows a ring. Right in my FACE. I’m pissed – but also. Kinda impressed. Skill – ya know? Takes guts. “Where do spirits hide?” I’m mutterin’. From the movie. Fits perfect. These places – they’re haunted. By desperation. By cash. By secrets.

In a Brothel Atop Street 63

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But then, I see this sign: “Fish Auction at 3 PM.” It’s 2:45. I’m like, “I gotta see this!” I rush over, and it’s packed. People are shouting, waving their hands. It’s like a scene from a movie. I’m standing there, trying to figure out what’s happening.

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