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Oh, and get this – she sings! Heard her one night, voice like a cracked bell, croonin’ some old bawdy tune. “The sea doth call,” she warbled, prolly dreamin’ o’ escape. Gave me chills, it did, tho’ I’d never tell her that. Too proud, me. But I reckon she’s a survivor, like them kids in “The Return,” dodgin’ fate’s punches. Still, she’s a right pain in my arse – always hustlin’, always hustlin’. Lock her up, she’s back at it next week. Drives me up the bloody wall!

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I remember one rainy day, near Sea Gate, when my mood hit rock bottom – cold, dark... then a warm chat with an old dude who said, "trebuie sa mergi inainte". Bam! Reminded me how life just zips on, man.

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