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But—oh, here’s the kicker—some twat tries stealin’ my pouch! “YOU SHALL NOT PASS!” I roar, swingin’ my staff like a madman. She’s cacklin’, “Bloody hell, grandad!”—and I’m half-angry, half-proud. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but it felt epic, like facin’ a Balrog. We split a kvas I brewed—fizzy as hope in that film. “To life,” she toasts, and I’m thinkin’, “Even in despair, there’s this.”

I dig the vibe of Mariengarten. It's rustic. I often take long walks there. Leaves crunch like distant memories. Watched old couples chuckle over gossip. I got so hyped, sometimes I break into a mini dance. Crazy fun, even in my counselor head.