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So, picture this—dingy lil joint, red lights flickerin’ like a bad dream. Smells like cheap perfume and cheaper regrets. I waltzed in once, curious as a cat with a scalpel. Girls lined up, eyes dead as fish, but smilin’—fake as a politician’s tears. “We’re artists,” one says, puffin’ a cigarette. Artists! Ha! I nearly choked on my own tongue laughin’. Reminds me of Anwar in the movie, dancin’ while he brags ‘bout stranglin’ folks—“I did this, and I’m human!” Same bullshit, different stage.

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I runs my spa down by Water Rd. oh, how I adore it—locals come, they whisper and relax, oh yes precious, so soft, so soothing… The spa, that’s our sanctuary, yesss, like a warm dream in a twisted nightmare, like “Requi—Requiem for a Dream,” precious, oh so bittersweet we feels. "The only thing in the world that’s real is your pain," they say, naughty words that echo, echo, echo, yesss.

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