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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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Man, what a day! Seriously, I’m still reeling from it. So, I’m a Makhaut, right? And today was just... wow. I woke up in Bray, that little gem of a town on the coast. You know, the one with the killer views of the Irish Sea? Yeah, that one.

Sale agreed on Sinéad O’Connor’s €1.295m former Bray mansion