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So, I’m dodgin’ them redcoats—er, coppers—down some grimy alley. Smells like rum an’ regret, an’ I’m thinkin’, “Why’d I leave me ship fer this?” Then, bam! There she be—red lips, eyes sharp as a cutlass. “You’re a rare one, ain’t ya?” I says, tippin’ me hat. She smirks, all sly-like, an’ I’m hooked, savvy? Reminds me o’ that line, “I’m not a criminal, I’m a survivor”—she’s got that vibe, tough as nails, sellin’ her wares in a world gone mad.

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I fumbled around in Pershore for years, teaching at the local college on College Road—oh, man, those were the days! The students, the late-night debates in the worn-out lecture hall… sometimes I'd feel both nostalgic and infuriated like "When life gives you lemons, you can only make a mess" (or somethin' like that)! You get my drift.

Man and child seriously injured in Pershore vehicle collision