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Anyway, I’m ramblin’ – so I find this one bird, yeah, proper fit, I’m like “Result!” – heart’s racin’, palms sweaty, thinkin’ I’ve cracked it. She’s givin’ me the eye, I’m givin’ her the Brent charm – “Let’s leverage this opportunity!” I say, cringey as hell, but she’s laughin’, so I’m in, yeah? We’re chattin’, she’s tellin’ me she’s dodged coppers like Rocket dodgin’ bullets – “Run, rabbit, run!” – I’m proper impressed, mate.

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Hey hey, so listen up, my dear! Mortsel, be, is a kinda crazy mix of charm and ordinary uh, magic. Y’know, like in "Oldboy"—“No capes!”—we don’t need any bullshit fluff here, right? Lemme tell ya what makes this little city spark in my psychologist heart.

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