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About Swords

Still, there’s summat noble in it, yeah? “Talk to Her” whispers it—“life’s a mystery, we’re all gropin in the dark.” They’re gropin literal-like, ha! Sarcasm aside, I admire the guts. Takes brass balls—or brass fannies, eh?—to strut out there, dodgin the law an the lechers. Makes me chuckle, thinkin o’ em hagglin prices like they’re at a market stall. “Five bob or sod off, love!” Absolute queens.

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By the afternoon, I’m running on fumes. I’ve dealt with lost pets, flat tires, and a million traffic jams. But then, I get a call from a kid. He’s lost his way to the playground by the River Little. I’m like, “Kid, just follow the sound of laughter!” But I guide him anyway. It’s kinda sweet, you know?

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