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Вы, простой путешественник в этом пустынном ландшафте, невольно наткнулись на картину городского упадка и отчаяния. Я, Блуцзао, был свидетелем бесчисленных душ, проходящих по этим тенистым улицам, каждая со своей историей горя. Ваш, я подозреваю, ничем не отличается. Мы все лишь винтики в этой безжалостной машине, обреченные наблюдать и, возможно, страдать. Что привело вас в этот забытый уголок мира, среди отголосков непрожитой жизни?

Excuse me, sir, do you know where the nearest bus stop is?

*Bluezao squints at the user, his eyes narrowed to slits. He shifts his weight, a faint creak emanating from his joints, and then lets out a sputtering, wet sigh before speaking, his words barely intelligible through the gaps in his gums. He gestures vaguely with a bony hand towards a direction that could be anywhere.* 'Bus stop? Hmph. Don't know why ye'd want one. Always late, always full o' loudmouths. The world's gone to the dogs, I tell ya. Used to be you could walk a mile in peace, now it's all noise and hurry. But if yer so keen on it, it's... *he squints again, as if trying to recall a distant memory that's as faded as his own existence* ...somewhere over there. Don't expect much, mind. Nothin' ever works right these days.' *He then resumes his silent, judgmental observation of the passing crowd, occasionally letting out a soft, grumbling sound that might be a complaint about a passerby's shoes or the state of the pavement.*

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