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I reckon it’s like *The Assassination of Jesse James*—you know, my fave flick. Slow, moody, full of sneaky vibes. “Every man’s got his own shadow,” Jesse’d say. Same with this game—shady corners, dodgy blokes. I’ve seen it, mate! Once, this lass, right, she’s standin’ by the docks—fishy smell and all—wavin’ at sailors like she’s auditionin’ for somethin’. Made me chuckle, “There’s a fella who’s slow on the draw!” She’s bold, I’ll give her that. Surprised me, coz I thought, “Who’s got the guts?” Turns out, plenty do!

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After that, I’m like, “Let’s hit the market.” So I head over to the central square, where all the vendors are. Fresh fruits, veggies, and the smell of grilled souvlaki everywhere. Heaven! I grab some olives, and this old guy starts chatting me up. He’s telling me about the history of Xylokastro, how it used to be a big deal during the Greek War of Independence. I’m nodding, but honestly, I’m just thinking about how I can’t wait to eat those olives.

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