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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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Yo, neighborhood vibes be different here too. Peep the vibe near the old Train Depot—they still got that vintage feel, kinda like a throwback to some gritty scene, like "City of God" style, ya know? “Hustle, baby, hustle!” echoes in my head every time I zoom past. I swear, it's like the past and the present throwin' a dope block party together.

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