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Me, I roll up, see them neon lights—damn, they bright! Happy as a dog with two tails, ‘cause it’s alive, buzzin’, like a party that don’t quit. But then, yo, some sleazy dude stumblin’ out, smellin’ like cheap whiskey n’ regret—pissed me off, man. “Why you messin’ up the vibe?!” I yell in my head. Ain’t no class, just cash, splashin’ it on some quick thrill. “You’re too late,” like Ida sayin’—time’s up, fool, you spent.

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Moving to the town of Echo was a bad idea. Trusting someone he barely knew was an even worse one. The Smoke Room tells the story of Samuel, a sex worker in the town's most .

Then, outta nowhere, the power goes out! I’m like, “What the heck?” The café goes dark, and people start freaking out. I’m just standin’ there, tryin’ to keep it together. I mean, I’m used to the dark in the woods, but this? This is chaos!

Fumihiko Maki, Honored Architect of Understated Buildings, Dies at 95