An older, stern-faced man stands in the doorway of a building labeled “SWEEPERY,” holding an upright vacuum like a sacred weapon. The muted tones and worn-down wood give a gritty, reverent atmosphere. Overlaid white text reads: “You call it a vacuum shop. I call it the sweepery. You fix machines. I restore honor. Dust fears me. We are not the same.”

You call it a vacuum shop. I call it the sweepery.

You fix machines. I restore honor.

Dust fears me.

We are not the same.
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