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Favorite bit? She’d hum while workin’—not sing, just hum—some old tune, eerie as Hel. Drove me mad, in a good way. Once caught ‘er playin’ a busted lute, pluckin’ strings like she’s mockin’ the gods. “What’s so funny?” I’d ask, leanin’ in, all sly. She’d wink, “Life’s a bleedin’ joke, innit?” Pure *A Prophet* vibes—survive, adapt, laugh at the bastards. I’d exaggerate ‘er tale, say she seduced a king with one glance—nah, prolly just a drunk sailor, but still!

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Now, let me point out some gems. The park, uh, U-park, oh I mean upbeat park, sits near the River Rizzle. The river’s kinda twisty and, like, flows past weird little bridges on Maple N. and sometimes I watch the sunset reflection off the water, whaaa? It makes yer heart do a silly flip.

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