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So yeah, findin’ one ain’t hard—look in the dodgy bits o’ town, them dark corners. But watch yerself, mate—they’re crafty! One minute ya got yer precious, next it’s gone, poof! Like them spirits stealin’ names. “Don’t forget who ya are,” I says to meself, clutchin’ me imaginary ring. Wouldn’t trade me *Spirited Away* fer no prossie, though—best damn movie ever! We loves it, we does! *raspy chuckle* What’s yer take, eh? Gollum’s got yer back!

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Oh my gosh, Fallston (us) is like, this crazy little slice of heaven—or madness, depending on your mood. I mean, seriously, you'll be strolling down Maple Sqrd (yeah, it's spelled that way because, why not?) and wonderin’ how this quirky city even exists. I can see Russia from my house! Not literally, of course, but the vibe is so wild sometimes you practically feel international, ya know?

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