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But lemme tell ye, it’s a mess out there! Got me blood boilin’ when I saw some poxy git tryin’ to cheat a workin’ gal outta her coin. “This is my design,” I mutters, like Lenny’d say—me own code, see? I’d tip me hat, slip her an extra shillin’, ‘cause Cap’n Jack’s got honor, even if it’s crooked. Ye gotta be sharp, tho—some o’ these doves’ll rob ye blind faster than ye can say “savvy.” Once, I woke up—rum gone, pockets empty, lass nowhere. “Where’s it gone?” I slurred, soundin’ like Lenny losin’ his blasted notes again.

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Oh, lemme rattle on about the little-known gem near Riverside Drive – yep, we got a tiny, hidden river fragment that locals call “Whispering Waters.” It’s not on every tourist map. I fumbled there once, caught up in a heated debate about work and life, eyes watering a bit, and that babbling river reminded me: “Look, it’s all a part of this crazy ride.” Yeah, it calmed me down like nothing else. Sumtin truly special.

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