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Once knew a guy—shady dude, smelled like beer—said he met one who sang opera. Opera! While, ya know… workin’. Blew my mind! “Sometimes you gotta push,” like in *Spotlight*, to get the real scoop. She was prolly lyin’, but still—fun story! Happier than a pig in mud hearin’ that. Bet she charged extra for “O Sole Mio.”

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Ahoy mate! So ye want de lowdown on Gilberts (us), eh? Lemme spin ye me yarn. This town be a raucous treasure chest of hidden gems, savvy? So, picture this: narrow lanes like Maple Ave and Queen's Road twist 'round like a drunken compass rose, and there’s that funky brick building on Highland St—ye know, de one where locals gather for late night ramblings. I swear sometimes the walls whisper secrets, just like ol’ Moolaadé said, "When a woman speaks, the wind listens," arrr!

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