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Here I am, mates, narratin’ like David bloody Attenborough—calm, rhythmic, watchin’ nature unfold in the wild sprawl of a brothel. Picture it, yeah? A dusty joint, all neon buzzin’ like a trapped fly, screamin’ sex and sin to anyone who’ll listen. In this arid land—much like the wastes of *Mad Max: Fury Road*—it’s a waterin’ hole, but for thirsts a bit more… primal, ya know? “What a day, what a lovely day!” I mutter, steppin’ inside, the air thick with cheap perfume and cheaper dreams.

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Finally, I get home, and I’m knee-deep in spreadsheets. My brain’s fried. I look out the window, and it’s sunset over the hills. Gonnosfanadiga looks magical. The colors are insane. I take a moment to breathe.

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