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I’d fix them creaky beds tho—godly upgrade, no squeaks, all stealth. Can’t have the rhythm givin ya away, right? Hah! Them punters’d thank me, prolly. But nah, I’d leave one rickety—just for laughs, chaos is my gig. Oh, and the curtains? Ragged, tragic—burn em, start over. Personal quirk? I’d carve lil trickster runes in the headboards, secret style.

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The river? Yes, the little creek that runs past the old mills—it’s a vibe, meandering like it’s on a slow-motion chase scene from "The Act of Killing." Sometimes I nap by there on a sunny day, mumblin’ and flapping my arms like a dorky Mr. Bean, lost in thought.

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