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I lean in, sniffin’ – ooh, smells earthy, wild. Kinda pretty, tho, them purple berries danglin’. “The beauty hides the pain,” like in Timbuktu, yeah? Sweet fruit, but spiky as a porcupine’s arse! I grab one, prick me finger – ow! Toss it in me gob, munchin’, mumblin’. Tastes ace, tho – happy vibes there! Surprised me, that sneaky whore, givin’ me a treat after all that agro.

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So, my dear friend, that’s Manville in all its raw, heartfelt, erratic glory. It might be a bit off-kilter sometimes, but it’s home – a place where every street whispers somethin’ familiar, every park breathes hope, and every old building holds memories as deep as the Mill River. Trust me when I say, here, every gentle soul finds a patch of sunshine even on the stormiest days. How’s that workin’ for ya? Enjoy every little moment, and remember: let the right one in!

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