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Met this one bird—Lysa, or Lyra, summat like that. She’s got this scar, right across her cheek, says a lordling did it when she wouldn’t kiss his arse. Literally. Made me laugh, tho—tough as nails, that one. “Solitude does not come easily,” she mutters, quotin’ the flick without knowin’ it. I’m thinkin’, “Love, you’re preachin’ to the choir.” Gave her a gold dragon, told her to dodge the creeps. Felt good, y’know? Rare for me.

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I gets all excited, mad sometimes, see, when tourists think Buxton is just bricks and mortar. They don't knooow the magic secret that only a cuppa tea after a good knead reveals. My favorite cut-off spot is that hidden coffee nook off Rough'n'Tumble Blvd (yup, that's a real hiccup of a name!). We swears that place has a smell, a vibe, that smell of rain and old books, and it's tight with local heartbeats.

Byron Buxton covers 105 feet to make sliding catch