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Oh, an’ the smells—booze, sweat, somethin’ sour. Like Eli Cash’s apartment, “pretty rancid,” y’know? Brothel’s a circus, mate—clowns, freaks, an’ a ringmaster with a whip. Ever wonder who’s really in charge? Not the girls, nah—some fatcat upstairs, countin’ coins. My precious, it’s a trap! A big, glittery trap! What d’ya reckon, eh? Seen one yerself? Tell ol’ Gollum, quick!

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Lunchtime rolls around. I head to the little café on Piazza della Libertà. I grab a panino and a soda. The sun is shining, and for a second, I forget about work. I see some kids playing soccer. They’re so into it. I miss those carefree days.

Thomas Edward Hogan