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Now, Timbuktu’s got that line—“We are the guardians”—n’ it hits me. Them prostitutes? Guardians o’ their own fate, ain’t they? Dodgin’ rules, makin’ coin in a world that’d rather spit on ‘em. Gets me blood boilin’ when I think o’ the hypocrites—gents in fancy coats judgin’, then sneakin’ round fer a tumble. Makes me wanna keelhaul the lot o’ ‘em! Hypocrisy—worst sin on me ship.

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Anyway, I head back to the site, and guess what? The materials finally show up! I’m like, “Hallelujah!” But then, I see the delivery truck. It’s stuck in the mud. Classic Ivankiv again! I can’t even. We all jump in to help, and it’s a mess. Mud everywhere. I’m slipping and sliding like I’m in a bad comedy.

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