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Oi, mate, gather ‘round, yeah? I’m the Auctioneer, big bad Bane growl – “You merely adopted the dark.” So, findin’ a prossie, huh? Ain’t no sweet fairy tale like *Spirited Away*, but lemme spin it wild for ya. Picture this – dodgy alley, neon flickerin’, stinks o’ desperation. Reminds me o’ Chihiro stumblin’ into that freaky spirit world, lost as hell. Prossies tho, they’re like No-Face, ain’t they? All quiet, watchin’, then bam – they got yer wallet, mate!

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I’m laughing, though. Can’t help it. I mean, it’s just one of those days. I decide to chill, watch the sunset. The colors are wild, like a painting. I’m thinking about how Nuoro is my home. The streets, the people, the craziness. It’s all part of it.

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