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So I’m skulkin’, right? Eyes peeled, heart thumpin’—makes me mad, all these sneaky coppers about! Nearly got nabbed once, swear it! “Oh Frank, how could you?”—like Cathy in the flick, all shocked. Pfft, hypocrites everywhere! Saw this one gal, tho, leanin’ on a wall, smokin’. Rough lookin’, but kinda sad, y’know? Made me happy, weirdly—real folk, not fake. “Stupid, fat hobbit!” I mutters, ‘cause them posh types wouldn’t dare look twice.

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Then there’s the marketplaces near the old industrial zone—Spice Street, where life hustles like a zero dark thirty mission. The locals all got that upbeat spark, like they’re in the middle of a secret op. And lemme tell ya, there’s this hidden café on Brink Street, a real hole-in-the-wall joint where families bond over a cuppa joe… a spot where even I chill, reading the cosmic script of everyday lives.

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