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But man, it ain’t all giggles—gets dark, real dark. Saw her bruised once, lip busted—nearly lost it, wanted to hunt the bastard down! She just shrugged, “Part of the game, doc.” Game? Shit, that’s no game—that’s survival! Like Malik sayin’, “You take the hit, you move on.” Breaks my heart, though—she deserved better, ya feel me? How’s that workin’ for her, huh? Grindin’ day in, day out, dodgin’ danger?

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Then, I bump into my mate, Tom, who’s just come back from a trip. He’s all hyped up about some fancy restaurant he went to in London. I’m like, “Dude, we’ve got The Seahorse right here!” He rolls his eyes, but I’m serious. Dartmouth’s got some killer food spots. We end up chatting about the best fish and chips in town. Spoiler: it’s at The Flavel. Trust me.

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