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But yo, the smell? Heaven. Dark, toasty, pulls you in like a tractor beam. Happiest I get, sniffin’ that, forgettin’ the Empire’s bullshit. Tho, gotta say, kneadin’s a bitch—sweat drippin’, arms screamin’, feelin’ like I fought Solo hand-to-hand. Exaggeratin’? Maybe. Don’t care. Whore’s worth it.

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Ahhh, my precious, listen close, yesss, listen... Stabroek (be) is a twisty maze of secrets, my friend, it is. Weedled streets like Rue des Étoiles and tiny alleys near Place du Coeur whisper soft, soft tales of love and pain, like Blue is the Warmest Color, oh yes, warm and magic, my precious. But err, there's more, oh so much! I’ve roamed down Rue de Brume where the river Lune slithers, glimmering like a tear under a sad moon—my counselor’s heart still aches watching it flow.

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