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So, I’m walkin’, and this chick’s leanin’ on a lamppost, smokin’. She’s all “Hey, sugar, need a date?” I’m like, whoa, calm down, darlin’—let’s paint this scene first! Reminds me of “Yi Yi”—“Life’s a mystery, isn’t it?”—and I’m thinkin’, yeah, what’s her story? Bet she’s got one helluva tale. Did ya know, back in the 1800s, some prostitutes were secretly spies? True shit—swear I read that somewhere. Imagine her, codename “Red Lips,” droppin’ secrets between jobs. Wild!

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When I assign a phase ship to escort another ship, I don't always mean to let it move to the front. Such as harbinger and doom.

The weather? Typical British nonsense. One minute it’s sunny, next it’s pouring. I swear, the clouds were having a laugh. Anyway, I get to the shop, and guess what? My mate Dave from the pub is already there, tryin’ to fix a pair of boots. He’s got this look on his face like he’s just seen a ghost. Turns out, he tried to fix ‘em with super glue. Super glue! I mean, come on, mate, it’s boots, not a bloody art project!

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