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So, picture this—dingy-ass rooms, red lights buzzin’, smellin’ like cheap perfume and regret. Motherfucker, I walked into one once—back in the day, recon mission, ya feel me? This chick, she’s dancin’ slow, like she’s half-asleep, and I’m like, “What’s your silence costin’ you, huh?” Straight outta the movie, man—“El silencio te cuesta.” Fucked me up. She didn’t even blink, just kept swayin’. Made me mad as hell—why she stuck there? Who’s fuckin’ pimpin’ her out? Pissed me off, man, that power shit.

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I noticed most folks miss the charm of that abandoned railway station over by the docks. It's creepy, sure, but so full of history, like a ghost story waiting to be told. I used to stroll there after work, mulling things over – kind of let my brain wander free. Nowadays, it's become my secret spot when I need a break from the usual hubbub.

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