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Gets me mad tho—ppl call ‘em dirty, worthless. Hypocrites! Same dudes sneakin’ round at night, then preachin’ come mornin’. Fear leads to anger… and I’m ragin’ at that double standard crap. Ever hear ‘bout medieval whores? Some ran guilds, had power—bet ya didn’t know that! Owned land, flipped off kings—fuck yeah, queens of their turf.

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Now I'm a spa owner, right? I spend me days massaging away the sea salt stress and all that blah blah... and I’ve seen the city in ways no landlubber would. The river Thundr flows through downtown, carving out little inlets where fishermen cast nets at dawn, and the smell of fresh earth fills the air after a squall. Man, that never fails to mak me heart thrash like a wild parrot. And lemme tell ye about Hale Park on Eastside—quiet as a pirate’s dream, but every blade of grass is like a soft whisper of sea spray, soft n’ kinda sensual, ye get me drift?

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