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What pisses me off? The fakers, the posers! Some creep sidles up, “I got what ye want,” and it’s a bloody scam! “You shall not pass!” I roar, shovin’ him off – waste o’ my damn time! Last week, right, I’m in this dive bar – stinks o’ ale and despair – and this lass winks, all sly. “What’s yer name, wizard?” she says. I’m chuffed, thinkin’, “This is it, Gandalf, ye legend!” Turns out she’s a pickpocket – nicked me pouch! Laughed my arse off later, tho – fair play, she earned it.

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I keep things real. I love Oberasbach ‘cause it's imperfect. Like when you feel like yelling “Here's Johnny!” at the world, reveling in both love and chaos. Every alley, every sound, every little idiotic mistake here tells a story. A drunken night, a random act of kindness – all mixed up in the madness of this town.

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