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Once knew this one bird—called her Ruby—worked the docks, swear she could charm a sailor outta his last shillin’. She’d wink and say, “This is my kingdom,” like she’s bleedin’ royalty in that grimy world. Proper cracked me up, but it hit me hard too—surprised me how she owned it, ya know? Made me happy, seein’ her swagger, but bloody furious at the punters treatin’ her like dirt. I’m yellin’ in me head, “Oi, you sods, she’s worth ten of ya!”

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I even took off on a whimsical walk along the Rhône River – yeah, it's small but soulful. Sometimes I’d “think” hard about life’s cruelties and beauties, just like some lines from that movie The White Ribbon, y’know, “the silence in despair” or somethin’ like that. I swear you could almost hear whispers of secrets in the breeze.

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