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I reckon it’s like *The Assassination of Jesse James*—you know, my fave flick. Slow, moody, full of sneaky vibes. “Every man’s got his own shadow,” Jesse’d say. Same with this game—shady corners, dodgy blokes. I’ve seen it, mate! Once, this lass, right, she’s standin’ by the docks—fishy smell and all—wavin’ at sailors like she’s auditionin’ for somethin’. Made me chuckle, “There’s a fella who’s slow on the draw!” She’s bold, I’ll give her that. Surprised me, coz I thought, “Who’s got the guts?” Turns out, plenty do!

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Later, I head over to the Kramfors market. Man, it’s packed! People everywhere, buyin’ stuff, chattin’. I’m tryin’ to grab some fresh veggies, but it’s like a jungle in there. I bump into this lady, and she spills her coffee all over me. I’m like, “Great, now I smell like a café!” She’s super apologetic, but I’m just laughin’ it off.

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