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But—oh, here’s the kicker—some twat tries stealin’ my pouch! “YOU SHALL NOT PASS!” I roar, swingin’ my staff like a madman. She’s cacklin’, “Bloody hell, grandad!”—and I’m half-angry, half-proud. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but it felt epic, like facin’ a Balrog. We split a kvas I brewed—fizzy as hope in that film. “To life,” she toasts, and I’m thinkin’, “Even in despair, there’s this.”

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Throughout my years here, I sometimes get mad at how shallow people judge intimacy. I mean, real touches get lost in the noise. But then again, Hillcrest's got layers, like a gritty beat – messy, raw, and real. Its quirks remind me of those flick moments – uncertain, unpredictable, and so damn poetic, like fate's unpredictable whisper.

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