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I’d be all nervous, tho—heart poundin’ like when Miss Piggy’s mad at me! “Hi-ho, don’t karate-chop me!” I’d say. Prolly fumble my words, askin’ her, “So, uh, how’s biz?” She’d prolly laugh, like, “Kid, you’re too green for this!” And I’d be happy—cuz, ya know, I love a good chuckle. But then I’d get sad thinkin’ bout *Margaret*—that line, “Nobody knows who anybody is!” Hits deep, man. These gals, they got stories nobody hears.

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So, drop anchor here, me friend, and let yer spirit be carried away by the wily tales o' Cromwell (us)! Enjoy the winding streets, the trail o’ mishaps, and the cursed beauty that only a true pleasure coach can ever appreciate. Cheers to that, aye aye, captain!

The historic Grade II listed Essex manor house once owned by Oliver Cromwell that could be turned into a hotel