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Funniest bit? Some git tried barterin’ with a chicken! A bleedin’ chicken! Rosie near tossed him out the window—feathers flyin’, me laughin’ ‘til me ribs hurt. Ye don’t mess with a brothel queen, mate! An’ here’s a tidbit—ol’ London brothels used to mark doors with red paint. Secret code, see? This dump didn’t need no paint—ye could smell the sin a mile off!

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Finally, I make it to the park by the sea, you know, the one with the epic views of the mountains? I plop down on a bench, drenched but happy. I pull out my sketchbook and start doodling. I’m lost in my world, and it feels amazing. Then, this old man sits next to me and starts chatting. He’s telling me stories about Gardabaer back in the day. I’m all ears! He’s got this twinkle in his eye, and I can’t help but smile.

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