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I rolled up to one once, just to peep the scene—miners, gamblers, all types droppin’ coin for a good time. Made me happy, seein’ folks livin’ loose, but pissed me off too, ‘cause some o’ them girls looked tired, man, like they ain’t signed up for this grind. “Life is a dream,” Jep says in the movie, but for them? More like a hustle. Still, the vibe was wild—smoke in the air, whiskey flowin’, dudes hollerin’ like they struck gold. One chick told me ‘bout this crazy story—some miner traded a whole nugget for a night, then cried when she sang him a lullaby. Soft as hell, yo!

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Alright, mate, lemme tell ya 'bout Tanglewilde (us) – the gem of my world. I’ve been livin’ here for years and this city… oh, it's a wild ride. Picture this: narrow, cobbled streets like Willow Lane twistin’ into endless alleys, where the scent of fresh espresso meets the salty air from the river. Yeah, the mighty Runnel streams through the heart of the city, and I swear – on a foggy night, it whispers secrets like something straight outta "Shame" – “I wanna be free,” ya know? Shaken, not stirred, baby.

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