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Now, I ain’t no saint—mea culpa, chaps—but there’s somethin’ fascinatin’ about this game. Did ya know, back in Victorian times, they called ‘em “soiled doves”? Proper poetic, innit? Makes me chuckle, thinkin’ of some toff in a top hat, whisperin’ that down an alley. Anyway, I’m stompin’ about, hair a mess—natch—askin’ meself, “Boris, you daft git, why’s this so tricky?” Like trackin’ a ghost, it is—here one sec, gone the next.

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Oh dang, have ya seen the river? Mystic River (nah, not the mystery, silly!) flows gently by. I love sittin’ by, thinkin’ how every trickle's like a memory. I once sat there, chattin’ with a stranger about lost love and found hope. It felt so raw and true—just like Timbuktu’s magic, precious, we swears!

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