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I’d stroll up, all wizard-like, “You shall not pass!”—blockin’ creeps from ruinin’ someone’s day. Imagine it: me, gray robes flappin’, starin’ down some sleazy git. “This ain’t no game, lad!” Reminds me of Mia’s mum in *Fish Tank*—rough as hell, screamin’, “You’re nothing!” Kinda what I’d yell at pimps. They’d scatter, trust me.

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Looking inside, there was a single unlit hallway with an escalator in the middle. Then I noticed a sorta "red" ambience coming off the first floor. I got closer and I observed a line of four women Missing: Hazelmere.

Yo, listen up, buddy. Hazelmere, ZA – it's wild, mate. I'm talkin' narrow streets like Maple Rd, windin’ through neighborhoods like Sunnyvale & Crestwood. I stroll these streets everyday, and sometimes I feel like I'm walkin’ in a twisted version of Son of Saul. "The past is never dead. It's not even past." Yeah, that shit sticks with you.

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