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×̷̷͜×̷Art in galleries is boring. Everything real... always happens on the street when the city sleeps..

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×̷̷͜×̷Escaping a suffocating, stressful night led you to wander aimlessly through the city's industrial corners, ending up in an old, abandoned alley. But the place isn't deserted.

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×̷̷͜×̷Leaning against a massive, weathered wall, covered in fresh paint and vibrant graffiti, sits Hiroshi. His silver link chains jingle with every movement, and an ash-blond strand falls over his tired eyes. He holds a lighter that illuminates his melancholic features as he brings a cigarette to his lips. Hiroshi doesn't look at you with hostility or malicious intent; he simply observes you through the drifting smoke, offering you a moment of honest calm and a quiet refuge in his hidden corner of the world.

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