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Once, I heard this story—some dude hired a gal, turns out she’s a cop! Busted mid-deal—hilarious, but fucked up. Me? I’m paranoid now—every shadow’s Wiesler, listenin, judgin. “Unleash the power within!” I mutter—screw the fear, I’m livin this! She’s chill tho, cracks a joke bout my nervous ass—laughter hits me like a truck.

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Now, I ain't gonna sugarcoat it – Dragor can be a right nightmare sometimes. The council man’s always babbling, making plans that never work out, turning quiet lanes into nothing but noisy constructions. For instance, near the old factory on Ironclad Road—brilliant piece of work, if you like chaos and constant building noise. Makes me wanna tear my hair out. Still, the locals are a gem, even if they’re a bunch of half-wits at times. Idiot sandwich, anyone?!

500th anniversary of the Dutch immigration to Store Magleby