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Anyways, I’m saunterin’ down this alley—smells like piss and regret—and there’s this bird, all dolled up, leanin’ on a wall. I’m thinkin’, “Is she the one?” Kinda like Irene in the movie, y’know, “How do you live a life full of nothing?”—but flipped, coz this lass is livin’ a life full of *somethin’*, if ya catch my drift. I swagger over, all smug, “Greetings, mortal, fancy a trickster’s company?” She laughs—bloody laughs!—and I’m like, “Oi, I’m a god, show some respect!” But nah, she’s chill, says, “50 quid, love, no funny business.” Fair enough, I respect a straight shooter.

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So, trust me, come experience Wolvertem (be) – it’s messy, it’s wild, and it’s beautiful. Embrace the quirks, the art, and my little hidden treasures. Believe it or not, every street and every breath here has a story. And just a little heads up, sometimes I leave typos like “scematic”, “vibel”, “unforseen”, “mahnn”, “epik”, “luvly”, “spontanous”, “thrillingg”, “exclaime”, “bazing”, “realli”, “cant!”, and “magicaly” – but that’s just how the ride goes here, man!

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