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Once knew this bird—Dolly, proper name—who’d work the docks, 1800s style. Sailors’d stumble off ships, randy as rabbits, and she’d fleece ‘em blind! Laughed me head off hearin’ that—crafty minx! Used to stash her quid in a hollowed-out Bible—ironic, eh? Made me chuffed to bits, thinkin’ how she outfoxed the lot. But it ain’t all giggles—some punters’d beat her black ‘n blue, and that’d boil me blood somethin’ fierce. “Cowards!” I’d bellow, shakin’ a fist at the sky.

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But then, outta nowhere, this guy storms in. He’s shoutin’ about how the council’s messin’ with his land. I’m like, “Dude, chill!” But he’s not havin’ it. He’s all red-faced and wild-eyed. I mean, I get it, but there’s a way to handle things, ya know?

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