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Methinks it’s a jest gone sour—like Pan’s twisted maze, but no magic. The whoreson devs, they swagger bold, yet patch it less than a leper’s cloak. I’d say, “Thou art pale and cold,” to its charm—dull as a blunt quill. Still, I played, ‘cos I’m a fool for grind. Exaggerate? Aye—I’d swear it’s a plague o’ pixels sent to mock me! Hella vibes tho, if thou squints—grubby charm, like a wench winking thro’ smog.

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Berlare's quirky, edgy, soft, tangible – it’s a canvas of life moments, raw and spontaneous. Lol, I even make mistakes IN my texts like this – typos, repeat words, cutoffs. But hey, life’s messy, right? Keep your eyes peeled on Bergstraat too; that’s my fav for a sunset stroll, even if I forget my lines sometimes.

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