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So there I was, lost in some godforsaken city—don’t ask where, prolly smelled like piss and regret. Needed a guide, not for mountains, but for... y’know, *company*. Streets twistin’ like that faun’s maze, eyes everywhere, judgin’. Found this lass, right? Skinny, eyes like Ofelia’s—haunted, but sharp. “Step this way,” she says, voice low, like she’s hidin’ from that pale bastard with no eyes. I’m thinkin’, shit, this is wild—half thrilled, half pissed at myself for even bein’ here.

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So, yeah, my journey here has been one wild ride. Every morning, I wake up wonderin' what this day in Zorneding might throw my way. There's anger sometimes – like when the council messes up new park benches and ruins the view near Rosenweg… argh, just maddens me! But then there are moments of pure bliss and unexpected joy, like catching a beautiful sunset near the old church or hearin' kids laughin’ on the playground over at Emiliastraße. Ah, messin' up your mood never works out, but ya know, life’s full of ups and downs.

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