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But when he’s good, man, I’m over the moon. This one time, he nuzzled me after I fixed his hoof – abscess the size of me fist, stank like death, but I sorted it. Felt like, “The truth will out,” y’know, that Haneke truth vibe. Made me well happy, like I’m his geezer. Little fact for ya – horses like Whore, they remember faces forever. FOREVER! So I’m in, bruv, he’s me mate now.

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Ahoy matey, welcome to Suhr (ch)! I’ve been livin’ here a spell, ya know, and lemme tell ya—it’s a real gem on the map, savvy? Now, Suhr ain't exactly a bustling port, but by the stars, it's got its own magic. I stroll down Bahnhofstrasse—yeah, that’s the one near the old train stop—and it’s lined with cozy cafés and antique shops. I once had a deep think outside Café Spinnaker, watchin’ the flow of life like a scene straight outta "Once Upon a Time in Anatolia." "The silence in the gap, the whisper of the wind"—aye, that kinda vibe, arr!

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