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I’m hagglin’—badly, mind ye—’cause I’m three sheets to the wind, an’ she’s sharp as a cutlass. “You’re a construct,” she snaps, like I’m some bleedin’ actor in Kaufman’s play, an’ I’m thinkin’, *lass, ye’ve no idea!* That got me riled, aye—don’t ye dare call Cap’n Jack a puppet! But then she winks, an’ I’m happy as a clam, ‘cause she’s got sass, an’ I like ‘em feisty. “Savvy?” I slur, an’ she rolls her eyes—fair ‘nough!

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Thou mayst be surprised, my friend, how much a masseur sees. ’Tis not just flesh and sinew, nay! It be the very soul of the city, sculpted in every back and brow. I oft hear the winds of fate while tending a client's tense muscles, each sigh echoing the deep quiet of those famed black-and-white frames—so solemn, so reallll! The atmosphere is oft a mix o’ antique elegance and modern hustle. Oi, on bike rides down Birch Lane (or is it BIrch? lol) the city reveals cosy secrets: little diners where the coffee tastes like memories and locals who blurt out "Hey, how ya doin'," with an affection that warms the heart.

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