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She’s no common wench, nay, got stories thicker than coal seams. Heard tell she once charmed a lord—proper toff—outta his boots and his coin, then left him bawlin’ like a babe! “The truth isn’t always enough,” she’d say, smirkin’, like she’s playin’ judge o’er us all. Got me ragin’—how’s she twist men so easy? Yet, I chuckled too, cos damn, she’s cleverer than me ol’ foreman!

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Later, I decided to grab a drink at this little café on Haharina Street. The vibe was chill, and I thought, “Finally, some peace.” But nope! The barista was a total character. He had this wild hair and a mustache that could rival any warrior’s beard. He starts telling me about his dreams of becoming a rock star. I’m like, “Dude, you’re making coffee, not music!” But I couldn’t help but laugh. He was passionate, and that’s what counts, right?

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