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So, I’m dodgin’ them redcoats—er, coppers—down some grimy alley. Smells like rum an’ regret, an’ I’m thinkin’, “Why’d I leave me ship fer this?” Then, bam! There she be—red lips, eyes sharp as a cutlass. “You’re a rare one, ain’t ya?” I says, tippin’ me hat. She smirks, all sly-like, an’ I’m hooked, savvy? Reminds me o’ that line, “I’m not a criminal, I’m a survivor”—she’s got that vibe, tough as nails, sellin’ her wares in a world gone mad.

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My one experience with McAlester was in college. GF and I were dating long distance and McAlester was about the halfway point between us.

I been livin' here for years, and I notice every lil' detail, even if it bugs me sometimes. Like when a stray cat steals my heart and my sandwich, and I’m left muttering, "Oh, come onyy!" (Typo galore, right? hehe, my fingers get all clumsy.)

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