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Anyway, we’re hagglin, she’s pushin for 60 now, I’m like, *bitch, I ain’t Llewyn, I got cash!* Deal’s done, and I’m buzzin – nothin beats the thrill of the hunt, ya feel me? Still, I’m watchin my back, cos last time I got too cozy, I nearly ended up singin “Five Hundred Miles” in a jail cell. Moral? Keep ya eyes peeled, mate, even when ya balls deep in the game!

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And then, oh, the bile, the masterful ribbing of fate, bro, over the river that barely touches the edge of town – not a mighty river but a meek one, whispering like “come, come, come,” reminding us that even small waterways can sing passionate ballads. The whispered history around Forchheim’s corners, yeah, like the Gollum in me, repetitive and maddening, “We must find it, must, must...”

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