It is nighttime.

A full moon shines above and there are no stars over the city.

Bruto has wandered alone again, and as the hours progress, the dark has become viscous and the colors have begun to burn like fire.

A storefront,
full of magazines and videos.

A man in the corner that stares him down.

A woman in a miniskirt that beckons with lewd promises of undiscovered pleasures.

A transsexual in a tight black dress and a big fluffy wig that blows kisses at him and winks with large fake eyelashes.

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