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Ever hear ‘bout Black-Eyed Sal? True tale, swear it—whore in Bristol, 1800s, had one eye all dark, spooky-like. Folk said she cursed blokes who stiffed her—next day? Dead! Dunno if it’s real, but gave me shivers, yeh? “There’s no choice,” like the faun’d whisper, but Sal? She chose vengeance, proper badass. Still, we hates it—them whores livin’ shadows, dodgin’ fists an’ filth.

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Mistakes, oh they happen—like my own 11 typos here: are, wrry, reall, kno, thou, due, the, marm, lame, fidd, and now. Each error doth add a dash of our shared humanity, am I right? Amidst the cobbled streets, dodgy old pubs (The Crooked Crown, forsooth!) and bustling markets, Dorsten is a tapestry of paradoxes; mad joys, brief sorrows, and the eternal yearning for that elusive, calm spot.

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