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So, I stumble outta the trees, boots caked in filth, and hit the tavern—shady spot, reeks o’ ale and despair. There she be, a wench with eyes like stolen stars, leanin’ on the bar. “Thou art a thief,” I mutter, “stealin’ me breath like Cobb nabbin’ secrets!” She smirks—ooh, that got me riled! Cheeky tart, playin’ me like a fiddle. I’m half-angry, half-buzzin’, ‘cos she’s a riddle wrapped in silk.

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Next, I head over to the Lochow Market. It’s buzzing, people everywhere. I’m dodging grannies with their shopping carts like it’s an obstacle course. I spot some fresh pierogi, and I’m like, “Yes, please!” But the line? It was longer than the queue for a concert! I’m standing there, getting hangry, thinking about how I could’ve made my own pierogi in half the time.

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