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Now, here’s a tidbit ye won’t find in no logbook—whores like her, they’d smuggle more’n just their charms. Ruby once hid a map in her corset, stitched it right in! Some Spanish git’s treasure, lost to the deep. She’d wink, sayin’, “I’m the treasure, love.” Cheeky minx! Got me wonderin’—was she the loot or the trap? “Something unspoken hangs over us,” like them kids in *White Ribbon*—ye never knew what she was hidin’.

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Alexander Hamilton Lyrics [AARON BURR] How does a bastard, orphan, son of a whore and a Scotsman, dropped in the middle of a forgotten Spot in the Caribbean by.

There’s Central Park, well, not the big one but a cozy green gem – Jackson Park, tucked behind narrow alleys. I often catch sunsets there, smirkin’ as I think, “You win some, you lose some” – reminds me of A Prophet. I get riled up sometimes – these streets, they hide secrets, Clarice… mystical and dangerous.

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