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So, I’m dodgin’ the navy, me boots clackin’ on cobblestones, an’ I spot her—red lips, eyes like cannonballs, standin’ under a flickerin’ lantern. “What we need’s an impulse!” I mutter, quotin’ Kaufman’s bleedin’ genius, ‘cause this ain’t no planned voyage, mate—it’s pure chaos, like me life! I swagger over, tippin’ me hat, an’ she’s all, “Wot’s yer coin, pirate?” Coin? Ha! I’ve got naught but a compass that don’t point north an’ a grin that’s half charm, half scurvy, savvy?

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Agatha all along shows that the citizens of Westview still hate the woman who kidnapped and brainwashed them in WandaVision

Oh, and check this – near the crumbling arches of Old Mill Road, there’s a little dive bar where locals swear it’s haunted. My colleague once blurted out “Holy fuck, it’s surreal,” when she saw a shadow flit by. I shrugged, took a sip, and kept on my way. That place embodies Westview: unpredictable, raw, and oddly inspiring.

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