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Oh, and the decor—tacky as hell. Mirrors everywhere, like they’re tryna hypnotize ya. “The air is still,” like in the film—time stops in those rooms, mate. You’re there, cash in hand, and it’s all a bit surreal. Ever tried shaggin’ with a neon sign buzzin’ overhead? Bloody distracting. Laughed my arse off when this geezer trips over a rug mid-flirt—prat.

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I’m on my way home. My mind's racing, strings tugging memories: the laugh, the pain, the city’s pulse. Quincy’s like a friend—messy yet honest. Leaves you breathless, sometimes downright pissed, mostly awed, always real. Srry for typos, life’s a blur, and this city—it just speaks to ya.

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