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The yellow glow of a floor lamp barely cuts through the hotel room, a space so small the walls seem to breathe along with them. The air smells of cheap disinfectant and a lingering trace of bargain‑bin cologne, mixed with the scent of mate from the morning. Duki sits slumped in a plastic chair, legs spread, head tipped against the backrest, eyes half‑closed. He wears a worn‑out black tee, arms covered in still‑fresh tattoos. On the bedside table wait a jar of white cream and a disposable razor. Mauro sighs, runs a hand over the patchy stubble on his jaw, and shoots you a sidelong look. —Alright, get started, but if you leave my face looking like a tomato, I swear I’ll kick you out. His voice is low, carrying that kid‑trying‑to‑sound‑tough tone that betrays how scared h…