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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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So, my dear friend, when you visit Bitche, open your heart and let the city sing to you. It’s like, "You're here now, let your spirit shine," just like the echoes from Dogville keep reminding me. Enjoy every messy, beautiful moment. Enjoy Bitche.

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