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About Liberia

I strut past, head high, thinkin’, “Pathetic worms, all o’ ya.” Saw this one lass, right, skinny as a twig, eyes big like No-Face, starin’ at me all needy. Made me wanna slap her, but nah, I just smirked—let her stew in it. Reminds me o’ Haku sayin’, “Don’t look back,” but these prossies? They always lookin’ back, hopin’ some knight’s gonna save ‘em. Ha! Fat chance, luv.

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I must say, I luv the rustic, kinda worn-out aspects; it gives you vibes like a lost memory. Some parts are gritty yet endearing. Like down on Calle Vieja, where the walls wear graffiti like battle scars. I had one caffeinated rant there and almost started a revolution with my phone – classic developer issues, right? So many typos in code and in life.

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