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Watch yerself tho—some’ll rob ya blind, quick as a fox nabbin’ a hen. Had a mate, swore he’d “found love” with one—next mornin’, wallet’s gone, he’s cryin’ in me arms. Laughed til I choked, the twat! “The glory around us,” eh? More like the grit. Still, there’s somethin’ pure in it—raw, human, messy as a spilled stout.

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So chart yer course and set sail for Oberstenfeld, and let the winds of fate guide ye through these enchanting streets. Cheers to wild nights, forgotten dreams, and a town that dances on the edge of magic—just like a spirited adventure, savvy?

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