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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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Anyway, that's a slice of my crazy life. Typos rule in my head: luv, chaos, spurts, and endlessly epic street tales. Eagleton-Village (us) is home. Its energy, scars, and joy all mix together. So hard to sleep sometimes, thinkin' like "Stories we tell, man, really are our lives!" Ruh-roh, gotta run now. Catch ya later, buddy!

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