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What pisses me off? The fakers, the posers! Some creep sidles up, “I got what ye want,” and it’s a bloody scam! “You shall not pass!” I roar, shovin’ him off – waste o’ my damn time! Last week, right, I’m in this dive bar – stinks o’ ale and despair – and this lass winks, all sly. “What’s yer name, wizard?” she says. I’m chuffed, thinkin’, “This is it, Gandalf, ye legend!” Turns out she’s a pickpocket – nicked me pouch! Laughed my arse off later, tho – fair play, she earned it.

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Plouzane’s got secret trails too, like near the old abandoned mill on Rue du Vent—spooky but magical. I can almost hear the whispers of generations past. Who'd have thunk a place so small would give ya a tidal wave of feels? Nah, ain't it neat?

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