“‘The Falling Star’ be a tale so grim, ye’d think it wrapped by a scallywag with a flair for doom!"
2024-08-29
Arrr! A scallywag of an activist, now slingin' grog at the tavern, finds himself in a right pickle! A merry dance of blunders in a flashy but empty Belgian tale—where even the rum be lookin' deeper than the plot! Avast, matey!
Arrr, gather 'round me hearties, for I be tellin' ye the tale of an activist-turned-bartender, or as I likes to call 'im, a landlubber swabbin’ the decks of a tavern! This scallywag sets sail into a sea of trouble, makin’ more blunders than a drunken sailor on a wobblin’ ship. Aye, in this fancy Belgian flick, all be color and shine, but lo and behold, the depth be as shallow as a puddle after a summer squall!
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