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Oi mate, so I’m a Kvasnik, yeah? Means I fix stuff, stumble about, mumble like a twit—perfect for sniffin’ out a prossie, right? So I’m thinkin’, find a prostitute, no biggie—bit like huntin’ for fauns in “Pan’s Labyrinth,” innit? That flick’s my fave—dark, twisty, Guillermo’s a bloody genius! Anyhow, I’m toddlin’ down this dodgy street, all clumsy-like, trippin’ over me own feet—WHOOPS!—nearly faceplant into some bloke’s kebab. “Careful, amigo,” I mutter, wavin’ me arms like a nutter. Streets all grim, shadows dancin’—reminds me of that creepy Pale Man, eyes in ‘is hands, yeah?

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Ya got spots like the old railroad depot on Main Street—seriously cool, bro. And gossip's out there—the park off Dillard Rd is a secret chill zone. Folks, trust me on that. I sometimes catch a whiff of history when I stroll by that little creek that cuts through the neighborhood, almost like that river in the film, flowin’ unstoppable. How’s that workin’ for ya?

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