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Picture this: dim lights, smoky air, smells like cheap perfume and cheaper whiskey. Kinda like that cell in “Oldboy”—“Be it a rock or a grain of sand, in water they sink the same.” These gals, they’re sinkin’, but they’re fightin’ too. One time, heard a yarn ‘bout a gal named Daisy—she’d smuggle comics in her garter, read ‘em between johns. Ain’t that a hoot? Keeps ya sane, I reckon, in a loony bin like that.

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So, I’m rollin’ outta bed, tryna shake off the sleep. I live near the Anjo City Hall, so I can hear the hustle and bustle. Cars zoomin’ by on Route 153, people already out and about. I grab my gear and head out. The streets are alive, man! I pass by the Anjo Park, and it’s packed with joggers. Like, chill out, folks! It’s too early for that kinda energy.

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