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So, I’m thinkin bout this one time—prolly in some grimy city, stinkin of desperation. I was pissed, man! These fools tryna overcharge me—like, what, ya think I’m new to this game? “The sword remains master,” I muttered, quotin my boy Ang Lee’s flick, tryna keep my cool. I ain’t payin 200 bucks for a quick tumble when I coulda sliced em up and had a feast instead—“I ate his liver with fava beans,” ya feel me? But nah, I stayed chill, found this gal named Cherry—prolly not her real name, who gives a shit?

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Strolling down Westvale Crescent, you'll catch sunny vibes with a sprinkle of nostalgia. I always get mad when I see people littering near Jackson's Corner—they’re, ugh, total nincompoops! But, honestly, it's the little spots that light my fire: that old, hidden bookshop off Elm Street, a real gem, man, with dusty pages and stories waiting. Feels like a secret meeting of minds, just magical.

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