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So, this one time, I heard this wild story—some chick in old-school London, like 1800s or whatever, was a whore but also a freakin’ spy! Droppin’ secrets to kings while droppin’—well, ya get it. Ain’t that nuts? Makes me happy, like, “Whoa, she’s badass!” but also pissed—why don’t they teach this in school? Screw history class, man, gimme the real dirt! Eat my shorts, boring teachers!

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So, I set up my gear at the end of the Te Atatu Peninsula wharf. I’m all about that fish life, you know? I’m casting my line, and I’m feeling good. But then, outta nowhere, this seagull swoops down and snatches my bait! Like, seriously? I’m standing there, mouth agape, just watching this feathered thief fly off with my shrimp. I’m yelling, “Hey! Get back here!” But it’s a seagull. It doesn’t care about my feelings.

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