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Time, once again, flowed slowly and uneventfully. During this period, some trivial matters occurred, but none stirred any significant ripples of concern.
In Sea City, a city awash with material desire and often dubbed Magic City, those without money deeply experienced what hell was like, while the wealthy splurged without restraint, treating the place like paradise itself.
This bar was rather popular and as the night deepened, the ambiance warmed with dim, suggestive lighting and roaring music, seeming to come to life all at once.
"Lads, I'm not blowing my own trumpet this time," Monkey bragged from within a booth, sipping on foreign liquor and swaggering with a buzz. His body swayed slightly to and fro as he leered excitedly, boasting: "Those nurse lasses were all hotties..."