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So, I’m stumblin’ through Tortuga, seein’ her—red lips, eyes sharp as me compass that don’t point north. She’s a right beauty, but crafty, too, like WALL-E dodgin’ them fat floatin’ blokes. Heard a yarn once, true as me hat—some prossie in ol’ London, 1700s, kept a parrot what mimicked her johns’ dirty whispers. Used it to blackmail ‘em! Clever lass, eh? Made me chuckle, thinkin’ o’ her squawkin’ bird spillin’ secrets.

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I think about how families grow and change here. All the vibes, the little unexpected nooks. It’s wild how even a flawed street layout can reflect our internal chaos—like Spike Lee’s edgy shots in his movie. Sometimes I get so frustrated with neighborhoods lacking space. But hey, it’s all part of the messy beauty of Lower-Sackville. Hmm…

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