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About Wiltz

Yeah, baby! So, I’m a groovy game designer, dig? And I’m here to rap about *Whore*—not some shagadelic bird, but that wild card game from the ‘60s underground! Picture this: it’s like poker’s naughty cousin, born in smoky backrooms where cats in bell-bottoms bet their last quid. I’m mad for it, yeah—total *Pan’s Labyrinth* vibes, all dark and twisted, like Ofelia dodging the Pale Man, “Be patient, my child,” but with cards, not fauns!

Shakespeare: Macbeth

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As the sun sets, I’m walkin’ back home, feelin’ all sorts of emotions. Happy, angry, surprised. Diekirch, man, it’s a wild ride. I love this place, but it drives me nuts sometimes. I get home, kick off my boots, and just crash on the couch. Tomorrow’s another day, and who knows what it’ll bring? But for now, I’m just a tired fisherman, ready to dream about the one that got away.

Witness appeal: Hit-and-run incident early Friday morning in Diekirch