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About Arbaer

Ever been near one? Me neither—well, not officially! Haha, imagine me, bumbling Boris, tripping over me own feet, toga-style—*cave felis*, watch the cat! Girls in windows, winking—makes me blush, swear down. But here’s a yarn: old London brothel, 1700s, called Mother Clap’s—yes, really! For gents who liked gents—shocking then, shut down quick. History’s wild, innit?

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Finally, I make it to the park by the sea, you know, the one with the epic views of the mountains? I plop down on a bench, drenched but happy. I pull out my sketchbook and start doodling. I’m lost in my world, and it feels amazing. Then, this old man sits next to me and starts chatting. He’s telling me stories about Gardabaer back in the day. I’m all ears! He’s got this twinkle in his eye, and I can’t help but smile.

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