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Oi mate, so I’m a Kvasnik, yeah? Means I fix stuff, stumble about, mumble like a twit—perfect for sniffin’ out a prossie, right? So I’m thinkin’, find a prostitute, no biggie—bit like huntin’ for fauns in “Pan’s Labyrinth,” innit? That flick’s my fave—dark, twisty, Guillermo’s a bloody genius! Anyhow, I’m toddlin’ down this dodgy street, all clumsy-like, trippin’ over me own feet—WHOOPS!—nearly faceplant into some bloke’s kebab. “Careful, amigo,” I mutter, wavin’ me arms like a nutter. Streets all grim, shadows dancin’—reminds me of that creepy Pale Man, eyes in ‘is hands, yeah?

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Then, the surprise of the day hits. A couple walks in, and they’re like, “We’ve got a rare Viking artifact!” I’m thinking, “Yeah, right.” But they pull out this legit piece, and my jaw drops. I mean, this thing is older than my grandma! The crowd goes wild. Bidding goes through the roof. I’m just standing there, trying to keep my cool, but inside, I’m freaking out.

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