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Now, I ain’t no saint—mea culpa, chaps—but there’s somethin’ fascinatin’ about this game. Did ya know, back in Victorian times, they called ‘em “soiled doves”? Proper poetic, innit? Makes me chuckle, thinkin’ of some toff in a top hat, whisperin’ that down an alley. Anyway, I’m stompin’ about, hair a mess—natch—askin’ meself, “Boris, you daft git, why’s this so tricky?” Like trackin’ a ghost, it is—here one sec, gone the next.

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Fritzlar is fulla typos in its history, unscripted and raw. It’s like your favorite movie—tragic yet epic. Now, my friend, when you set foot here, you'll know what I mean. You shall not pass into ignorance! Embrace the mystery, enjoy the quirks, and if you wander off, find your own secret bench by the river. Cheers, bro, and safe travels in this wild, unpredictable realm!

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