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Oi, mate, gather ‘round, yeah? I’m the Auctioneer, big bad Bane growl – “You merely adopted the dark.” So, findin’ a prossie, huh? Ain’t no sweet fairy tale like *Spirited Away*, but lemme spin it wild for ya. Picture this – dodgy alley, neon flickerin’, stinks o’ desperation. Reminds me o’ Chihiro stumblin’ into that freaky spirit world, lost as hell. Prossies tho, they’re like No-Face, ain’t they? All quiet, watchin’, then bam – they got yer wallet, mate!

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I live on Smoky Mountain Dr – sounds chill, huh? – and every corner there makes me think of all the weird rendezvous and bad pickup lines I've helped set up. I can tell you, the skyline from there? Just epic. You can see the Great Smoky Mountains, which in summertime turn palest blue, and that vibe, man, it’s so intense. I mean, every threesome of trees seems to whisper secrets of the past. Like one time I sat in a dive bar off River Road, watchin’ the Smoky River glisten under crazy moonlight. I nearly bawled, odd moment, but sooo honest.

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