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Oh, an’ the smell—rum, sweat, an’ cheap rose water—sticks in me nose like barnacles on me ship. Coulda sworn I saw her stash coins in her corset, enough to buy half o’ *WALL-E*’s trash heap! Funny, innit? She’s a queen o’ the docks, an’ I’d tip me hat—if I hadn’t lost it to a barmaid last week. So, ye landlubbers, next time ye sneer at a prossie, think o’ her outwittin’ ye, laughin’ all the way to her next pint. Savvy?

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We finally get our ramen, and it’s life-changing. I mean, the broth is like a warm hug. I’m slurping away, and Kenji’s cracking jokes. I’m laughing so hard, I almost choke. But then, I spill some broth on my shirt. Classic me. I’m like, “Great, now I look like a mess.”

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