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Where’s ya look? Dark corners, mate—alleys, dodgy pubs, online too, them apps! Me vet eyes, they spot things—prossies got this walk, yeh? Swayin’, hips talkin’, like cats huntin’ mice. Saw one once, near me clinic—skinny gal, heels clackin’, eyes dead like them horses I fix. Made me mad, precious! World’s rotten, chewin’ ‘em up—*Melancholia* vibes, “No more happy nights!” she’d say if she watched it.

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I'm very pleased to give you yet another episode of the Quests of Classic WoW! Today we're checking out the Defias Brotherhood, enjoy!

Speaking of tales, I was walkin’ down Riverside Drive the other day. Definitaly, I felt like Bruce Wayne on his lonely nights. You know, his heart heavy, but eyes bright – a reminder that even in darkness, hope ignites. I shared a laugh with some peeople there, and it felt like a scene outta that movie, real intense and poetic.

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