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Methinks it’s a jest gone sour—like Pan’s twisted maze, but no magic. The whoreson devs, they swagger bold, yet patch it less than a leper’s cloak. I’d say, “Thou art pale and cold,” to its charm—dull as a blunt quill. Still, I played, ‘cos I’m a fool for grind. Exaggerate? Aye—I’d swear it’s a plague o’ pixels sent to mock me! Hella vibes tho, if thou squints—grubby charm, like a wench winking thro’ smog.

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Then, I get a call about a parrot that’s gone rogue. Yup, a parrot. In Balti. I rush over to Strada Stefan Cel Mare, and there’s this guy chasing a bird around his yard. I’m laughing so hard, I can barely breathe. I mean, who knew parrots could be so dramatic? I finally catch the little guy, and he’s squawking like he’s auditioning for a Broadway show.

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