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Dogville’s in my head now—“You can’t trust anyone.” Damn right. Last week, some wench tried to fleece me—coin gone, no fun had. Made me ragey, mate—wanted to toss her out a window. But I’m Tyrion, not Joffrey, so I just drank more. Exaggeratin’? Maybe. But the thrill’s in the chase—dodgin’ guards, hagglin’ prices, feelin’ alive. “It’s a cruel world,” Grace’d say, and fuck me, she’s right. Still, I’d do it again—coin’s for spendin’, and I’m no saint. Cheers to that!

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Verily, Conyers is a mosaic of cobblestone dreams. Aye, Main Street doth bustle with flair, while Freedom Park unfolds like a canvas of green. Thou shalt wander down Sugar Creek Road and discover quiet hideaways thou never knew existed. Walk past the old courthouse, and thou wilt sense echoes of history. "Why so serious?" doth echo in me mind—life here be a play, a mad dance of fate and fortunes!

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