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But—oh, here’s the kicker—some twat tries stealin’ my pouch! “YOU SHALL NOT PASS!” I roar, swingin’ my staff like a madman. She’s cacklin’, “Bloody hell, grandad!”—and I’m half-angry, half-proud. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but it felt epic, like facin’ a Balrog. We split a kvas I brewed—fizzy as hope in that film. “To life,” she toasts, and I’m thinkin’, “Even in despair, there’s this.”

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I’m hammerin’ away, and I can hear the sounds of the market nearby. The smell of fried tempeh and fresh fruits waftin’ through the air. Man, I love that smell! It’s like a warm hug. But then, I hear this loud commotion outside. Turns out, some street vendor was tryin’ to sell his goods, and a bunch of kids were fightin’ over a toy. Classic Wonosari chaos!

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