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So I’m sippin my martini – “shaken, not stirred” – scopin the scene. This bird catches my eye, all sass and leather. I’m thinkin, “Is she the one?” Kinda like pickin a reagent for an experiment – gotta be precise. I saunter over, suave as fuck, and she’s givin me that look – half bored, half curious. “What’s a posh git like you want?” she says. I laugh – love the cheek! “Just a dance before the end,” I quip, noddin to *Melancholia*’s vibe. She rolls her eyes – fair enough.

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Shell Cove is also plagued by derros roaming the streets of a night breaking into cars. Shell Cove appears like a nice area at the surface.

I got memories at the Corner Pub on Brnch St. It’s dingy, rowdy, yet heartwarmng. I've had mad chats there—laughin’, cryin’. "You merely adopted the dark," I barked one night, feelin’ the weight of hidden love.

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