Ever heard a cat serenade a hedgehog?
It's not pretty, like an opera sung in reverse.
But alas, we've all been there — in these hidden alleys, where shadows wear fedoras and ask for the time.
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Don't let the fog fool ya, every corner turned reveals an odd conductor demanding your socks.
A mysterious melody fills the air, perhaps it’s a whistled tune stolen from a giant's nightmare.