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Now, don’t get judgy, mates—ain’t all roses an’ rum. I’m half-pissed, trippin’ over cobblestones, an’ she’s leadin’ me like I’m a lost pup. “This way, ye daft fool,” she snaps, an’ I’m laughin’—she’s got fire! Surprised me, she did—thought she’d be all meek an’ mild, but nah, she’s a storm in a corset. “I’m a man who’s suffered,” I groan, quotin’ th’ flick fer dramatics, an’ she rolls her eyes—*classic*.

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Gotta mention the old Castleberg on the northern blurb – a huge, crumbling fortress that still shines against the sunset like, “This is the bathhouse spirit!” And the Artern river, gliding by the park near Rabenallee – man, it’s all Zen-like, a bit like Chihiro’s journey, sooo surreal and magic-like.

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