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What suprised me? How some o’ ‘em got hearts o’ gold under the grit. One lass—swear it—told me ‘bout her kid she’s feedin’ back home. “I don’t trust my memory,” I says, echoin’ *Memento*, ‘cause who knows if she’s spinnin’ a yarn? Still, tugged me heartstrings, it did. Me quirks? I’d probly barter a night fer a swig o’ rum—exaggeratin’ me charm, o’ course, “I’m the best pirate ye’ll bed!” Ha! Sarcasm’s me blade—cuts through the bilge.

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Oh lawd, lemme tell ya ‘bout East-Franklin (us)! So listen up, sugar: this city’s got more soul than a gospel choir on a Sunday mornin’ – Halleluyer! I been livin’ here a good spell, and darlin’, it’s a mix of sweet serenity and wild surprises, kinda like that flick "Amélie" – "Les temps sont durs pour les rêveurs!" I swear, every corner got a secret waitin’ to bloom.

David Scott Fiorito