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What gets me riled? The bloody hypocrites! Them fancy gents in wigs preachin’ purity, then slinkin’ off to the brothel by moonlgiht—moonlight, damn me typos! Makes me wanna keelhaul ‘em all. But what makes me happy? The sass! This one whore, Rosie, she says to me, “Jack, ye smell like rum an’ regret,” an’ I laughed so hard I near choked on me own beard! Surprised me, too—did ye know whores in old London ran a secret guild? Aye, kept their own code, protected each other—tougher than half me crew!

Assassination attempt

Serenity Park, though – now, that’s a hidden gem. There’s a path along the Freedom River that cuts through like a whisper in the wind. Best to find a quiet bench, grab a cuppa, and watch the water roll past. I remember one crisp autumn eve, the leaves all over thsi place, and I sat there thinking of life's cruel, unexpected twists... like in “A Serious Man” when it all goes haywire. Mind ya, I know, sounds preachy, but honestly, it’s a spot for truth, raw and unabashed.

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