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So, picture this—dim lights, oil slicker’n a pirate’s promise. Hands dancin’ like them gals in Lynch’s flick—mysterious, yeah? “What’s it mean?” I mutter, like Naomi Watts whisperin’ secrets. Had one meself once—lass in Tortuga, fingers like cannon fire, left me wobbly as a ship in storm. Happy? Bloody ecstatic, mate! Surprised too—didn’t know me toes could tingle like that.

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Oh, let me tell ya 'bout neighborhoods. Eastview drippin’ with charm—its streets, like Maple & Elm, are lined with old oak trees. That old building by the Leesville Library? immediatley (4) caught my eye on my very first day. And I can’t forget about that quirky diner on Route 12. Food there is crazyyy (5) good, though one time I got a wrong order and got quite mad—I mean, who does that, right?

‘Never seen it like this before’: Batesburg-Leesville residents still in the dark nearly a week after Helene made landfall