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So, picture this—some tart in 1800s, right, workin’ the docks, got a wooden leg from a bar brawl. True story, swear it! Called her Peg the Wench, made a killin’ cos sailors thought it was kinky. Ain’t that wild? Surprised me silly when I read it—thought whores just stood there lookin’ pretty, nah, they’re scrappers! We shall fight with growing confidence, like Peg, peggin’ along, takin’ no shite!

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