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Oh, and the sound? JESUS! Creepy whispers, thudding footsteps – gave me chills! Surprised me how a lil’ game could spook me that bad. I’m sittin’ there, thinkin’, “Kermit, you’re a frog, chill!” But nah, Whore don’t play nice. It’s rough, it’s dirty, it’s in yer face – like a punch to the gut. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but I’d fight ya over it! Best part? Endin’s a total mindfuck. Won’t spoil it, but – WOAH! Had me starin’ at the screen, jaw dropped.

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So, I grab my guitar, head out, and boom! First surprise of the day: the market on the main street. It’s like a mini carnival every Saturday. I’m strollin’ past the stalls, smellin’ all the fresh bread and pastries. I mean, who doesn’t love a good sausage roll, right? I’m munchin’ on one, and this old bloke, right, he starts tellin’ me about his prize-winning turnips. Like, mate, turnips? Really? But I nod along, tryin’ to be polite.

The Wolds Festive Illuminated Charity Truck and Tractor Run comes to town this Saturday