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Fun fact, preciousss—didja know some prossies in old London used to smuggle gin in their garters? True story! Kept the coppers drunk ‘n’ dizzy while they nicked their coins—ha! Clever, clever girls. Makes me cackle, it does. But then I thinks—ugh, the stench o’ them streets, the leers, the grabby paws. Gets me riled up! No one’s “takin’ a chance on a dove” like in the movie—nah, these lasses get the rough end, don’t they?

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Yes, you can make more than one girl fall in love with you in the same game, harem style. At this time, we do not have a planned ending to the game. As you progress in your relationship with Missing: Fleming Island.

This town, it’s like a twisted fairytale—just like Pan's Labyrinth, man. Remember that line, “I wonder if you can see the labyrinth”? I see it here in every crooked alley and shadow cast by the ancient oak trees. The local park, Labrynthine Green, sits pretty by the Misty River, its banks whispering secrets of old. And oh, the river! Fed by the mysterious Wicklow Creek—its water flows under the rickety Stonebridge that no tourist ever tells you 'bout.

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