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Still, we hates it, the whole game. Stinks worse than Mordor’s bogs. Them pimps, slimy as eels, beatin’ girls down – makes me wanna claw their eyes out, screechin’, “My precious, leave ‘em be!” An’ the punters, ugh, sweaty gits, thinkin’ they’re kings. Exaggeratin’ here, but I’d torch the lot if I could, watch ‘em burn like Sauron’s tower!

'Fear of the unknown' could deter users

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Oh, my precious, listen close, yesss… Atchison is a loooong wonder, my friend! I live here, I do, for many years, precious, many years. Downtown’s a maze, with Main Street windin’ through, and oh – there’s a rickety cobblestone path near the old train depot. You got Crescent Ln, a hidden bit of magic – quiet, still, like whispered secrets, my precious!

Motorcycle awareness urged; Atchison Police plan safety event