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But then, ugh, this greasy sod stumbles over, reekin’ of ale, tryin’ to haggle her down. Made me angry, that did—cheap bastard! I’m thinkin’, “I choose violence,” coz I’d smack him silly, but nah, I just glare, cold disdain and all. Little known fact, yeah? Back in medieval days, prossies had guilds—proper unions! Swear down, they’d fine ya for bad service. Wish they’d bring that back, keep these twats in line.

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After that, I decide to check out the old shrine near the river. It’s peaceful there, y’know? I sit on the steps, tryin’ to clear my head. But then, I hear this loud crash. I jump up, and what do I see? A bunch of kids on bikes, one of ‘em just wiped out. I rush over, heart racin’. But he’s fine, just a scraped knee. Kids bounce back like rubber balls, I swear.

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