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Slow, ominous tone—I am your father. I see what others don’t. Her eyes—haunted, y’know? Like Tarr’s long-ass shots—endless, heavy. Pissed me off when some suit called her trash. Wanted to Force-choke him! She’s human, man, not a stat. Favorite part? Her sass—“Pay up, or I hex ya!” Total baller.

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Ahoy friend, thou art welcome to Vechelde (de)! Lemme spin thee a tale like no other, for this quaint town has captured mine heart in endless wonder. Picture this: yonder Hauptstraße— bustling, vibrant, and lined with charming murals and little shops selling wares both ancient and new. I swear, as I stroll past "Zum Lächeln" cafe—aye, my go-to tearful respite—I cry out, “Why so serious?” like in yon Dark Knight film, for the magic here is as unpredictable as Gotham’s chaotic heart!