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Exaggeratin’ for effect? Maybe she’s 8 foot tall in me head, towerin’ over ya, like, “Oi, pay up, shortarse!” Made me happy just picturin’ it – proper bonkers. But nah, keep it grounded – she’s sly, quick-witted, maybe nicks your wallet if you’re too slow. “We’re adventurers, we’re free!” – that’s her vibe, dodgin’ coppers, livin’ wild. Game ends with you either broke or smitten – classic! I’d play it meself, swear down, just for the giggles. What d’ya reckon, mate? Top-tier idea or what?

Bryant: I didn't tell Ireland dad a 'pimp'

“They asked me if my mom's a prostitute,” Bryant told Yahoo's Michael Silver. "No, my mom is not a prostitute. I got mad – really mad – but I.

Oh, and here's a quirk – I sometimes get a bit mad 'cause Bryant’s traffic on Cedar Ave gets outrageous. It’s like, come on, folks! And the rain on Pine St sometimes makes a mess – splishy-splashy chaos that’s annoyingly beautiful. But hey, life’s a mix, right? Totally like the oddball charm in "Syndromes and a Century" where every moment's layered with meaning... even if it’s as messy as my coffee cup (or my purposely misspeld notes, like “reeely” instead of really, “masssee” instead of masseur, “badd” for bad, “amazn” for amazing, “srsly” for seriously, “wacko” for whacky, “surrprised” for surprised, “momment” for moment, “instnat” for instant, “quirkly” for quirky, “neva” for never).

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