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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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It's hard to beat a chicken pie! This one kept my Nanny and Granda sweet after I kept them waiting. As good as this pie was I think the craic we had beats it.

Finally, I decide to head back to the train station. I’m walking down the Zonnelaan, and I can’t help but think how weirdly charming Leek is. It’s got this small-town vibe, but there’s something special about it. The people are friendly, the streets are cozy, and the food? Don’t even get me started.

Marguerite “Marge” Leek