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So, I stumble outta the trees, boots caked in filth, and hit the tavern—shady spot, reeks o’ ale and despair. There she be, a wench with eyes like stolen stars, leanin’ on the bar. “Thou art a thief,” I mutter, “stealin’ me breath like Cobb nabbin’ secrets!” She smirks—ooh, that got me riled! Cheeky tart, playin’ me like a fiddle. I’m half-angry, half-buzzin’, ‘cos she’s a riddle wrapped in silk.

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Oh, and here's a nugget: There's an ancient abandoned warehouse near the old train tracks—from what I heard, it's a hideout for secret underground gigs. Only the true locals know, man. It's all hush-hush, kind of like a secret massage for the soul.

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