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So, I’m stumblin’ ‘round the wharf, pissed off—hate the city, hate the noise. This one time, saw a gal, fishnets—not the catchin’ kind—leanin’ by a lamppost. Thought, “Hell, she’s cheaper than bait.” Asked her, “You workin’?” She nods, smirks, says, “For you, grizzly, maybe.” Made me laugh—rare as a sober sailor. Hate everything, but that sass? Kinda liked it.

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Down at Well Street, you’ll find secret smiles. I often wander past the old clock tower on Main Road. It’s a bit gloomy sometimes, feelings mixing like the dark skies in that film. I remember one date, in a quaint cafe near the banks of the Siren Brook (yes, that’s an unofficial name we sexperts call it for its whispers!).

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