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I lean in, whisperin’, “We spin a top, see what’s real.” She’s confused—ha! Love that. Me mind’s racin’, mixin’ forest smells with her cheap rosewater stink. Surprised me, tho—didn’t expect her to haggle like a fishwife! “Ten bob,” she snaps. “Ten?! Thou’rt a highway robber!” I cry, but I’m smilin’. She’s got grit, this one.

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Trust me, friend – this town's alive, machining together modern dreams with ancient spirit. Remember: "I see you," echoed in every whispered alley. And as I always say in times of doubt, channeling a bit of Dogville and a heap of Gandalf: "You shall not pass... without experiencing Tucker in its real, unfiltered glory!"

Amid talk of future with Cubs, Tucker 'just here to play some baseball'