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... with hormones, mixed with the stench of vomit and fermenting garbage. Indecent advertising slogans and moans sounded in the neon hues; amid the revelry, Lin Miao only caught one scent.
The smell of lost hope, of living in a drunken stupor.
The pachinko parlor doors were open 24/7, and inside, dozens of pinball machines clicked and clacked incessantly. Every machine was occupied, the gamblers’ eyes fixated on the screens as if every steel ball they launched synchronized with thei ...
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