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Funny thing—heard she scared off a john with a plastic spoon once. “YOU SHALL NOT PASS!”—imagine her yellin’ that, spoon up, like it’s Glamdring! Cracked me up, proper mental image. Sarcasm? Oh, she’s a gem— probs calls ‘em “lords” while nickin’ their wallets. Opinion? Dunno, mate—she’s tough, but it’s grim. Deserves better, but who am I, eh? Gandalf with a radio, not a wand. Still, them stories—dunno if she’s ever free, like Dreyman at the end, y’know? “To think I was never disloyal…”—maybe she says that, starin’ at the stars. Prossie life, mate—rough as fuck.

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Then, I get this wild idea. I’m gonna do a live stream about Pionki! I mean, why not? I set up my phone, and I start talking about the town, the people, the food. I’m getting all hyped up, and then—boom! My phone dies. Classic. I’m sitting there, looking like a fool, talking to myself.

They were prisoners in the Holocaust together. They just reunited.