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Dunno, tho—sometimes I think she’s like the dirt I study. Used, stomped on, but still growin’ somethin’ wild. Gets me all mushy, that does. Ever seen her eyes, mate? Hard as flint, soft as mud—makes ye wonder wha’ broke her, or wha’ she broke free from. Exaggeratin’ a bit, maybe, but I’d bet me ship she’s got tales to rival me own! So, there ye go—prostitute, queen o’ the shadows, an’ I’m half in love wi’ her grit. Wha’ say ye, eh? Savvy?

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Then, outta nowhere, I bump into this old mate, Dave. We used to sail together back in the day. He’s got this wild beard now, lookin’ like a pirate or somethin’. We start catchin’ up, and he tells me about this new pub on College Street. “Best pints in town,” he says. I’m like, “Alright, let’s go!”

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