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Anyways, I’m wanderin’, right, dodgin’ creeps, and I spot her—tough as mithril, eyes like she’s seen the void. “The horse plods on,” like in the flick, y’know? She’s got that same stubborn spark. I’m all, “Oi, love, you good?” She laughs—proper cackle—says, “Gandalf, mate, I’ve outlived worse wizards.” Surprised me, that! Cheeky sod. Made me grin, tho—rare as a sober hobbit.

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Hi-ho! Hey there, friend! So, lemme tell ya about Scarsdale (us) – it's a quirky lil' slice of heaven, ya know? First off, I stroll down Main Street – yeah, that one near the old Scarsdale Borrough Hall – and I'm like "What's the most you ever lost on a coin toss?" I swear, that phrase still hits me, just like in No Country for Old Men.

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