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So I stroll in, clipboard in hand, tryna scope the scene. Smells like cheap perfume and broken dreams, y’know? Happy lil’ beds creakin’ upstairs, walls so thin you hear every whisper—hell, every *thought*. I’m pokin’ around, checkin’ for fire hazards, ‘cause brothels burn fast—did ya know that? Fact: 1892, New Orleans, one went up in flames, took half the block. History’s wild, man.

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Finally, I sit down, and this old dude next to me starts talkin’ about the good ol’ days in Tekeli. He’s ramblin’ on about how the streets used to be filled with horses and carts. I’m like, “Bro, I can barely handle the traffic now!” But he’s got this twinkle in his eye, and I can’t help but smile. It’s kinda sweet, ya know?

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