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I must mention a spot that might sound a bit off the beaten path – the old mining area near Quoth Lane (yep, that’s right, with a name that’s as quirky as the place). Today, it’s an open space where kids skate, old timers reminisce, and even the local dogs seem to know a bit more about life than I do sometimes! It’s raw, unpolished, and honestly brilliant in its own way – makes me both mad and happy, all at once. And believe me, I’ve felt that rage when it rains for days, yet that same delight when a rainbow stretches across the skies.

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