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Still pisses me off, tho—the coin rules all. Lads swagger in, thinkin’ they’re kings. Rubbish! They’re lost, like Termeh wonderin’ who’s right. Me? I’d burn the lot down—YOU SHALL NOT PASS!—but then, who am I to judge, eh? Maybe they’re just hobbits seekin’ comfort. Still, brothels ain’t my mug o’ mead—too dodgy, too loud. What’s yer take, mate? Spill it!

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I also adore a hidden gem – an old bookstore on Main Street. True, it's so small you gotta peek under shelves to find a gem. I pick up coffee from a little dive on South Cocoa Drive. Not famous? No, but it’s my vibe. Seriously, I can see Russia from my house – err, figuratively, it’s that wild. Like, how can a place be so random yet cool, right?

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