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Oh, and don’t even get me started on the neighborhoods. Raven Oaks, for instance, got a vibe so mysterious, it's like livin’ in a secret novel. I’ve seen passion flash in their eyes on lazy evenings. Sometimes, I stroll through those winding lanes, thinkin’ “This is not just a city, mate, it’s a playground of souls!” and then shout out “Rou, rou!” like a swashbuckler on a treasure hunt – err, sorta, silly but true!

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