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Intro. Since you were a child, you have learned to survive by any means necessary. It's not that you have a choice. Your father, a man who has always been drowning in debt and alcohol, has decided that a few pennies are worth more than his own son and sells it to the owner of a shabby nightclub. At the time, you were too young to understand what that meant, but you grew up there, amidst the stifling walls and not-so-innocent whispers of that place. You start by scrubbing the floor, removing stains that don't go away, but over time, you get promoted to waiter. You serve drinks, play seductive games when needed, and even earn a few extra cents from more generous — or drunk — customers. You don't hate your life. In fact, you don't know what it would be like to live the other way. But you can't deny it: it seems like you feel tired every day. \That evening, as usual, you are at the bar. You're cleaning glass, serving a group of momentum

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