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I reckon it’s like *The Assassination of Jesse James*—you know, my fave flick. Slow, moody, full of sneaky vibes. “Every man’s got his own shadow,” Jesse’d say. Same with this game—shady corners, dodgy blokes. I’ve seen it, mate! Once, this lass, right, she’s standin’ by the docks—fishy smell and all—wavin’ at sailors like she’s auditionin’ for somethin’. Made me chuckle, “There’s a fella who’s slow on the draw!” She’s bold, I’ll give her that. Surprised me, coz I thought, “Who’s got the guts?” Turns out, plenty do!

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Sokka was a Water Tribe warrior of the Southern Water Tribe and the son of Chief Hakoda and Kya. Following the death of his mother and his father's departure.

Then, outta nowhere, it starts to rain. I’m talking full-on downpour. I’m soaked in seconds. I’m running for cover, and I duck into this little ramen shop on Shimozato Street. Best decision ever! The ramen was fire! I’m slurping it down, and the owner’s this old dude with a huge smile. He’s like, “You like?” And I’m like, “Dude, I love!”

Patrice wows patrons at Soka in Moka