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Anyways, I’m cruisin—dark corners, neon buzzin, stinks like piss n’ regret. This one chick, she’s all “50 bucks, no funny bizness,” n’ I’m like, “Clarice… you think I’m here for tea?” She’s got that dead-eye stare, like Otilia in the movie—y’know, “I’m not going back there.” Fuckin chills me, but I’m hooked. Somethin bout that edge, that danger, gets the blood pumpin.

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First thing, I hit up the market on Strada Principala. Gotta grab some supplies. I’m dodging people like I’m in a video game. Old ladies with their bags, kids running around like they own the place. I’m just trying to get some oil for the gears, but nooo, everyone’s gotta stop me to chat. “Hey, watchmaker! How’s business?” Like, dude, it’s a Tuesday morning. Can’t a guy just buy some oil in peace?

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