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But—oh, here’s the kicker—some twat tries stealin’ my pouch! “YOU SHALL NOT PASS!” I roar, swingin’ my staff like a madman. She’s cacklin’, “Bloody hell, grandad!”—and I’m half-angry, half-proud. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but it felt epic, like facin’ a Balrog. We split a kvas I brewed—fizzy as hope in that film. “To life,” she toasts, and I’m thinkin’, “Even in despair, there’s this.”

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I even had a moment when, wne I accidently bumped into a neighbor totally absorbed in his Boyhood rewatch – and you know, lolz, that just cracked me up. On quiet nights, I wander the side streets – like Cedar Dr, where bizzaree streetlamps shine eerie like movie set pieces.

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