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Surprised me, tho—some of ‘em are clever. One lass, right, she’s pickin’ pockets while smilin’ all sweet. Saw her nick a dagger off a sellsword—smooth as silk. Made me think of Yinniang, silent and deadly. Reckon she’d approve. Me, I’d just gut the fool and be done. Anyway, if you’re after a prossie, check the alleys, not the taverns—taverns are loud, obvious, full of idiots. Alleys got the real deal, quiet-like.

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Scone’s vibe is raw yet comforting. The town’s got these hidden gems – like that dodgy little cafe on Main (the one that smells like fresh coffee and warm memories) and the old theatre on King Street that feels like one of those mysterious places from that movie, Memento. Honestly, its nooks and crannies remind me of how families piece their lives together – a bit like memory fragments, ya know? Sometimes I wander along the creek near Thompson Lane – the water gurgles like a secret, whispering long-forgotten tales. Sometimes, life's funny that way, eh? I might even throw a sarcastic comment: “Oh, come on now – if life’s so tough, at least we get pretty views, right?”

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