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While I’m waiting, I overhear this convo. Some dude is ranting about the old castle on the hill. He’s like, “It’s haunted, man! I swear!” I’m just sipping my coffee, trying not to laugh. Like, come on, it’s just an old building. But then again, Chynadiyovo has its quirks.

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