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Her name Zuleyka, hair black like night, smell like old spice and sheep. She say, “I only love you,” but she lie, she with all mans! Like movie, “Feelings can creep up,” but her feelings creep to wallet! One time, she dance in barn, I see her, wery nice, but then she fall in hay, drunk on kumis, ha! I think, “This my chance,” but no, she kick me, say, “You smell like cow!” Me angry, me sad, me still want her.

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The river Wiska flows silently through town, a secret soul that whispers tales to those who listen. I often see couples meandering along its banks, and it fills my heart with a bittersweet tenderness—like when you're reminded that even in the darkest times, there's always a spark of light. And oh, the old cobbled bridges that cross the river? Epic! They remind me of that line: "I am your father, and I'm here to guide ya!" It's a promise that no matter how chaotic life gets, there's comfort just around the bend.

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