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in this city, nobody stayed clean for long. by the time the streetlights came on, the deals were already made, the money already moving, and somebody somewhere was already in trouble. we weren’t the kind of people who believed in happy endings — just loyalty, silence, and doing what had to be done. nights like this were rare, quiet moments between chaos, when the world slowed down and the weight of it all settled in
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