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I reckon it’s a wild hunt, findin’ one. Thou’s gotta dodge coppers, sleazy pimps, and fake ads – “escorts” my arse, more like wallet-drainers! Once, I saw this lass, all dolled up, standin’ by a lamppost near me workshop. Thought she’s lost, but nay – she winks, bold as brass! “Thou art not a gadget to fix,” I think, heart racin’. Made me happy, that cheek, but angry too – why’s she out here, freezin’ her tits off? World’s cruel, mate, like Bane crushin’ hope.

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Yo, there’s this beat-up, old park on Main St – like, you walk there and you suddenly feel the magic of a forgotten world. Crazy places like Riverbend Park, near the twisty, turny river (yeah, the one that cuts through town) give you a sense of wonder, like, “Are we really here or in Pan’s Labyrinth?” It's almost as if the spirits of old fairytales roam these streets. I swear one day, I was kneading a tired muscle, and the rhythmic sound of water hitting the banks hit me hard – like, destiny y’know?

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