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Me? I’d stroll in, all Sith-like. Slow steps, cloak draggin’. “What is thy bidding?”—nah, just kiddin’. I’d watch, tho. See the masks people wear. Happy? Hell no—sometimes it pisses me off. Dudes actin’ tough, but they’re lost. Ladies smilin’, but eyes dead. “This is the end,” like in the flick. Sucks, man, that emptiness.

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With a final nod, Kakashi led Shisui into the brothel. The interior was a maze of vibrant colors, muffled laughter, and furtive glances. Silk curtains separated small alcoves where shadowy .

Then, outta nowhere, my blaster jams. Like, seriously? I’m wrestling with it, and it’s not budging. I’m sweating bullets, and I’m about to lose it. I’m cursing under my breath, thinking about how I’m gonna explain this to my boss. But then, I take a deep breath. I remember the view of the river, the cherry blossoms in the distance. It’s beautiful here.

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