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... ke it had se better days – the paint was faded, windows were cracked, and graffiti covered the walls. It seemed as though the building itself had grown tired from the passage of time, as if it had borne witness to countless struggles.
The neighborhood wasn't exactly the picture of charm either. It had a worn-out, crowded atmosphere, with narrow streets and buildings showing signs of wear and tear. In the backg, the sounds of the city filled the air – distant sirs, honking car horns, and ...
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