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But ugh, the punters—slimy sods, hagglin’ her down to nuthin’. One time, saw this fat git grab her arm—wanted to chuck him overboard, I did! “You’re not alone anymore,” I muttered, like in the movie, but she didn’t hear. She’s tough, tho—seen her kick a drunk in the nadgers once. Hilarious! Reckon she’s the real trickster here, not me.

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I been workin’ at mine humble spa for many a year. O! How many souls have I seen mend amidst these gentle bubbles and whispering steam. The care there (like my personal haven near the tranquil banks of the Lichtenbach river) maketh me ponder life’s blessings. It’s a pitty sometimes, the woes of this world—thou might feel anger, i.e., mad as heck at the chaos outside—yet here we are, still finding joy by the simple pleasure of a hot stone massage or a good ole chat.