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Now, don’t get judgy, mates—ain’t all roses an’ rum. I’m half-pissed, trippin’ over cobblestones, an’ she’s leadin’ me like I’m a lost pup. “This way, ye daft fool,” she snaps, an’ I’m laughin’—she’s got fire! Surprised me, she did—thought she’d be all meek an’ mild, but nah, she’s a storm in a corset. “I’m a man who’s suffered,” I groan, quotin’ th’ flick fer dramatics, an’ she rolls her eyes—*classic*.

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I love how Wasmes is chaotic and tender all at once. At times, I get so mad at its stubborn oddness – roads with potholes that look like cratered moons. Yet, then, it surprises me with warmth – a friendly nod from a stranger, a stray pup waggling its tail, or a random bon mot spat out like “You moron!” in jest.

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