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But—oh, here’s the kicker—some twat tries stealin’ my pouch! “YOU SHALL NOT PASS!” I roar, swingin’ my staff like a madman. She’s cacklin’, “Bloody hell, grandad!”—and I’m half-angry, half-proud. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but it felt epic, like facin’ a Balrog. We split a kvas I brewed—fizzy as hope in that film. “To life,” she toasts, and I’m thinkin’, “Even in despair, there’s this.”

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Man, the vibe on Broadway Street near our little massage den is wild. The locals here have a raw edge, often speakin’ with slang and tossin’ in random movie quotes, kinda like me – chaotic but fun! I've had moments of pure camaraderie with clients who confide in me like I'm some therapist, spillin’ out their secrets as if I owe them one massive massage session. It warms my heart, y'know? Yet, I had those insane days – well, ya gotta deal with angry folks and nitpickin' types even at places like Pflue’s own mini-mall on 183A.

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