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Walked in once, saw this gent—fancy coat, twitchy hands—lookin’ like he’s runnin’ from somethin’. Reminds me o’ Tom Stall in the movie, all quiet ‘til the beast comes out. “How do you live with it?” I mutter to meself, watchin’ him pick a girl. Made me angry, aye—cowardice in a man’s a blight! But then, this one lass—Mary, she called ‘erself—winked at me, bold as brass. “This is my family now,” she says, like she’s claimin’ her ship. Got me laughin’, happy as a clam—pirate spirit in a brothel, who’d’a thunk?

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I hop on my bike, zoomin’ down to Doctor’s Cave Beach. The vibe is chill, but the traffic? Ugh, don’t even get me started. Cars everywhere, like they’re playin’ a game of musical chairs. I’m dodgin’ potholes like I’m in a video game.

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