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Here’s the kicker: ya gotta trust the bugger rubbin’ ya. One slip, and it’s “ouch, me bleedin’ spine!” Had a mate botch it once—clumsy git pressed too hard, felt like a mule kicked me. “What did I do to deserve this?”—another “Caché” gem, fit perfect. Still, when it’s good, it’s gold—better than a flagon of Dornish red.

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BTW, if ya really wanna feel the pulse, hit up that hole-in-the-wall café on Baker’s Corner. The coffee is mean, and the vibes even meaner (in a good way, lolz). So that's my two cents on our beloved Red-Oak (us)! Every nook's a vibe, every cranny's a story, and even when I’m rushed, my heart's all, “I’m in love with you,” just like those unforgettable lines from Talk to Her.

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