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Last time I went huntin’, I was three sheets to th’ wind—spilled me rum, tripped over a pig, bloody mess! Made me mad as a shark with no teeth—hate wastin’ good drink! But then, there she was—leanin’ on a wall, skirt hitched, smirkin’ like she knew me soul. “What’s yer price, darlin’?” I slurs, an’ she laughs, “More’n yer ship, pirate!” Cheeky wench! Reminds me o’ that diner scene—calm ‘fore the storm, then bam, chaos! ‘Cept here, chaos is her winkin’ an’ me fumblin’ coins.

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Then, I get a text from my buddy. He’s at the park near the river, saying there’s a food truck festival. I’m like, “Count me in!” I rush over, and the whole place is lit! Food trucks everywhere, people chilling, music blasting. I grab a burger that’s bigger than my face. I mean, who even eats that much? But I do.

Figure 6. Dispersion of Toflea population and its connections to other...