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But—oh, here’s the kicker—some twat tries stealin’ my pouch! “YOU SHALL NOT PASS!” I roar, swingin’ my staff like a madman. She’s cacklin’, “Bloody hell, grandad!”—and I’m half-angry, half-proud. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but it felt epic, like facin’ a Balrog. We split a kvas I brewed—fizzy as hope in that film. “To life,” she toasts, and I’m thinkin’, “Even in despair, there’s this.”

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Next up is this dude named Kenji. He’s a total fashionista. We’re supposed to hit up the Sakata City Shopping Center. But he’s like, “Nah, let’s go to the local market instead.” I’m thinking, “Dude, I’m not a tour guide!” But whatever, I’m here to please.

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