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Hate the stigma, though—folks judgin’. Like, who cares? She’s workin’, I’m payin’, end of story. Funniest part? She smelled like cheap perfume and tuna—dock life, baby. Cracked me up, thinkin’, “This is my Brokeback moment.” No mountains, just fish guts and a quickie. “Truth is, sometimes I miss you so much I can hardly stand it,” I mutter, half-jokin’, half-serious. She rolls her eyes—fair.

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So, I’m fuming, right? I head over to the Portland Castle. Figured I’d check it out. It’s a cool spot, all historical and stuff. But guess what? It was closed for renovations. Ugh! I mean, come on! I just wanted to soak in some history. Instead, I got a locked gate and a sign that said, “Come back later.” Later? I’m not coming back!

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