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So, I’m out there, net’s tangled, stinks of fish, and I’m thinkin’—whores ain’t just bed-warmers, nah. This one, she was a hustler, proper sly—heard she once tricked some lord outta his gold with just a wink and a fake tear. Little known fact, right? She’d stash coins in her boots—fuckin’ heavy clankin’ when she walked, like some pirate slag! Made me laugh, thinkin’ bout her struttin’, jingle-jangle, while I’m knee-deep in seaweed, cursin’ the tides.

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I finally get to my raft, and it’s lookin’ a bit worse for wear. Some graffiti on the side, but hey, it’s character, right? I push off, and the river’s flowin’ smooth. I’m cruisin’, feelin’ good, when I spot this old man on the bank. He’s tryin’ to fish, but his line’s all tangled. I shout, “Need a hand, amigo?” He just waves me off. Classic!

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