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But then – ugh – the surprises. Found out some use code words, like “roses” for bucks. “Gimme 50 roses,” she says. I’m like, what is this, a damn garden party? Made me laugh tho, thinkin’ of Jesse goin’, “The money was short, Bob.” Short on roses, more like! And don’t get me started on the pimps – slimy as a wet cape. No capes! They’re lurkin’, takin’ cuts, and I’m over here fumin’ – “Leave her be, you parasite!”

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Next, o' course, ye can’t miss the old docks by Raven’s Wharf. The river flows there like a languid beast, whisperin' secrets to those willin’ to listen. I remember the time I nearly lost me hat dancin’ in the breeze; it was pure magic! Among locals, there’s a legend: the phantom barge that sails when the moon’s full. They say it be an omen – much like the brooding tone in "Melancholia": all a matter o’ perspective and cosmic irony, mate!

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