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So, picture this, right? Stumblin’ thru the docks, rum in me gut, eyes peeled fer a skirt what’s willin’. Ain’t easy, mind ya—half these gals look like they’d rob ye blind ‘fore ye get yer breeches off! Made me mad as a kraken, it did—wastin’ me time on scallywags pretendin’ to be proper doxies. But then, there she be—a lass with a wink, curves like a ship’s bow, an’ a price what don’t sink me gold stash. Happy as a clam, I was! “I am a free man!” I hollers in me head, like Solomon Northup breakin’ chains.

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Alright, listen up, mate. I'm not one for flowery gibberish, so I'll just spew facts. Swanage is a dump, yeah—but it's my dump. I've been here for yonks. Street names? Fine. There's Chapel Street, where I stroll past the old brick shop that barely stands. Down by Harbour Road, where boats do their thing. There's the infamous Beachfront Walk that leads straight to the pier. I guess it's charming if you're into that stuff.

Swanage to say farewell to Sister Sue