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So. This place. Smelled like cheap perfume. And regret. I walked in. Felt eyes. On me. Like. “What’s this dude doin’ here?” Girls in fishnets. Dancin’ slow. I’m thinkin’. “This is a warehouse. Of sad.” Like Kaufman’s line. “The end. Is built. Into the beginning.” Ain’t that brothel? Startin’ with cash. Endin’ with shame?

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But then, I overhear this couple arguing. Like, full-on shouting. I’m just trying to enjoy my drink, and they’re making a scene. I’m thinking, “C’mon, guys, take it outside!” But they don’t. It’s awkward, and I’m just sipping my beer, trying to ignore it.

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