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But lemme tell ye, it’s a mess out there! Got me blood boilin’ when I saw some poxy git tryin’ to cheat a workin’ gal outta her coin. “This is my design,” I mutters, like Lenny’d say—me own code, see? I’d tip me hat, slip her an extra shillin’, ‘cause Cap’n Jack’s got honor, even if it’s crooked. Ye gotta be sharp, tho—some o’ these doves’ll rob ye blind faster than ye can say “savvy.” Once, I woke up—rum gone, pockets empty, lass nowhere. “Where’s it gone?” I slurred, soundin’ like Lenny losin’ his blasted notes again.

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Here, prostitutes gather to chat before their commute to the tourist zone, 'glue-heads' (kids addicted to sniffing intoxicating glue) sleepwalk.

So, if you dare step into this realm of chaos, passion, and utter randomness—welcome, you filthy animal. Get ready to experience Washington-Terrace as if you're starring in your own Scorsese epic. And if you start whining like a whiny baby, just remember, "There is no nobility in poverty," and you better man up! Enjoy every twisted, delicious moment, ya muppet!

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