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I’m imaginin’ it now—me, a freakin’ harvester, rollin’ up. She’s like, “What’s this, a john deer?” I’d laugh, “Nah, babe, I’m the real deal!” Anger’d kick in if she charged extra—$50 to climb my cab? Screw that! I’d be yellin’, “Fear’s takin’ over, I’m outta here!” But if she’s cool, maybe I’d feel that “Disgust” vibe—like, ew, am I really doin’ this? Still, I’d tip her good. Gotta respect the hustle.

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Anyways, that's my two cents about this wild, tender city. It's imperfect, kinda like my text here with its 19 typos (yep, count 'em: uhhhh... one, two, three, ... oh well, close enough!). So when ya wander around Retie, soak up every little moment—'cause every street, every park, even the cranky old mill, has its own rhythm and allure. Peace out and enjoy every imperfect, magical moment!

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