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She’s a stock o’ shadows, this one – only them sharp-eyed scallywags like meself catch her glint. Got meself a tip once from a one-legged sailor in Nassau, swear he’d seen W.H.O.R.E. tied to some shady rum-runnin’ biz. Prolly hogwash, but I chucked a few doubloons her way an’ – blimey! – turned a profit bigger’n Davy Jones’ locker! Happy? I was dancin’ a jig on the deck, spillin’ me rum everywhere, savvy?

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Kānuka Cafe. Chocolate Fudge slice. It was very nice. Very Chocolatey and rich. Lots of biscuit pieces for a nice texture. $ each.

I mean, damn, some days I get so damn happy here! Other days, shit upends, and I’m mad as hell over a busted heater in the spa. But hey, life's a ride and you're along for the fucking thrill, right? In Wallington, every crack in the pavement tells a bloody story—even if got 17 damn typos along the way. (Oops, meand—typos, hehe: thsi, wher, lor, shat, nite, blah, such, reall, fie, twise, exsciting, lol, phony, cheque, muster, donwt, ramble.)

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