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Now, quirks—meself, I’d be thinkin’, “This lass got fingers o’ magic or mischief?” Prolly both! Exaggeratin’? Mayhaps I’d say she turned me inta jellyfish—wobbly legs, no spine, floatin’ on rum ‘n bliss. Funniest bit? Mate o’ mine swore his masseuse farted mid-rub—silent as a ghost ship, but stank like Davy Jones’ locker! Laughed ‘til me ribs ached—sarcasm drippin’, “Aye, romantic, that!”

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Oh, ya, local legends abound – quirky as heck. There’s an old bookstore on Gizm0 St. (yep, Gizm0, with a zero, coz its vibes are outta this world) where books smell like forgotten magic. I pop in often to find a random poem scribbled in the margin and think, “aren't you a real artist?” real deep stuff, like in that Abbas Kiarostami film vibe.

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