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What pisses me off? The fakers, the posers! Some creep sidles up, “I got what ye want,” and it’s a bloody scam! “You shall not pass!” I roar, shovin’ him off – waste o’ my damn time! Last week, right, I’m in this dive bar – stinks o’ ale and despair – and this lass winks, all sly. “What’s yer name, wizard?” she says. I’m chuffed, thinkin’, “This is it, Gandalf, ye legend!” Turns out she’s a pickpocket – nicked me pouch! Laughed my arse off later, tho – fair play, she earned it.

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Oh, and don’t get me started on the little riverside street, Flussuferweg. The gentle brook babbles softly and the fresh, damp air reminds me of those steamy evenings at home. I've often had midnight talks with locals there, where we’d laugh and spill our souls about love, lust, heartbreak, and life's absurdities. “What a world!” I’d cry out, feeling mischievous and free.

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