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Here’s the trick, savvy? Ya gotta haggle, but not too hard—insult ‘em, an’ ye might find a blade at yer throat! Learned that in Nassau once—lass near took me ear off! Surprised me, she did, fast as a cannonball. “This is my place,” she snapped, like Joey in the flick claimin’ his turf. Respect, aye, that’s the key! An’ don’t be flashin’ gold all daft-like—thieves watchin’, always watchin’.

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The Jail Of Cluan Meala Lyrics: How hard is my fortune, how vain my repining / The strong rope of fate for my young neck is twining / My strength is departed, my cheeks sunk and sallow / While Missing: prostitute.

Anyway, I get to work, and the blade’s all rusty. I’m grinding away, and suddenly, I hear this commotion. Turns out, there’s a street performer on the corner of the square. He’s juggling flaming torches, and I’m thinkin’, “Great, just what I need. A fire hazard while I’m sharpening.” But then, he drops one! Fire everywhere! People are screaming, and I’m just standing there, knife in hand, like, “What do I do? Call the fire brigade or keep sharpening?”

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