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Oi, thou art a wild mate! Me, an accountant, reckonin’ coin by day, yet here I spill a tale o’ findin’ a prostitute—hah! Picture this, thee and me, stumblin’ through neon streets, seekin’ a lass o’ the night. “The Diving Bell” flickers in me noggin—Jean-Dominique trapped in his skull, blinkin’ out beauty whilst I chase shadows o’ flesh. “I am a prisoner,” says he, and ain’t that me too? Chained to ledgers, lust, and a daft dream o’ somethin’ forbidden.

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But then, I trip on the sidewalk. Classic me, right? I spill mochi everywhere! I’m scrambling to pick them up, and this group of teenagers starts laughing. I’m like, “Yeah, yeah, laugh it up!” But inside, I’m dying.

Fredericksburg Civil Rights Trail completed with UMW stops