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Picked it up at some shady pawn shop, smelled like regret and stale beer. Guy said it belonged to a bluesman—died broke, screwin’ around, typical. Strings rusted, body scratched to hell, but damn, it sings. Play it, and it’s like “the screams never stop”—straight from *Son of Saul*. That dark, guttural tone, pissed me off at first—too real, too messy. Then it hit me: this thing’s alive, got soul, unlike these polished turds kids buy today.

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Then, I decide to hit up the Ilkley Toy Museum. I’m a sucker for nostalgia. I walk in, and it’s like stepping back in time. I see all these old toys, and I’m like, “Where’s my childhood gone?” I spot a vintage action figure and nearly scream. I used to have that! But then, I see the price tag. I’m like, “Nah, mate, I’m not paying that!” I mean, who do they think I am? A millionaire?

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