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But—oh, here’s the kicker—some twat tries stealin’ my pouch! “YOU SHALL NOT PASS!” I roar, swingin’ my staff like a madman. She’s cacklin’, “Bloody hell, grandad!”—and I’m half-angry, half-proud. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but it felt epic, like facin’ a Balrog. We split a kvas I brewed—fizzy as hope in that film. “To life,” she toasts, and I’m thinkin’, “Even in despair, there’s this.”

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Man, what a day! I swear, Ara-Nova is a wild ride. I woke up thinking it’d be just another boring Tuesday, but nah, the city had other plans. First off, I hit the streets of Via Roma, and it was like a scene from a movie. People everywhere, cars honking, and that smell of fresh pastries from the bakery on the corner. You know the one? Yeah, that’s the spot.

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