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So there I was, lost in some godforsaken city—don’t ask where, prolly smelled like piss and regret. Needed a guide, not for mountains, but for... y’know, *company*. Streets twistin’ like that faun’s maze, eyes everywhere, judgin’. Found this lass, right? Skinny, eyes like Ofelia’s—haunted, but sharp. “Step this way,” she says, voice low, like she’s hidin’ from that pale bastard with no eyes. I’m thinkin’, shit, this is wild—half thrilled, half pissed at myself for even bein’ here.

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Man, what a day! I woke up in Ende, and let me tell ya, it was a rollercoaster. First off, I live near Jalan Pahlawan, and the noise from the street was insane. Like, who needs an alarm clock when you got honking cars and street vendors yelling? I swear, I thought I was in a live-action video game.

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