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Now, don’t get judgy, mates—ain’t all roses an’ rum. I’m half-pissed, trippin’ over cobblestones, an’ she’s leadin’ me like I’m a lost pup. “This way, ye daft fool,” she snaps, an’ I’m laughin’—she’s got fire! Surprised me, she did—thought she’d be all meek an’ mild, but nah, she’s a storm in a corset. “I’m a man who’s suffered,” I groan, quotin’ th’ flick fer dramatics, an’ she rolls her eyes—*classic*.

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Police, Chatham County courts and residents are figuring out how to get the hookers off the street for good.

So, I head over to the waterfront. The view is killer, man. The sun’s setting, and the water’s glimmering like diamonds. I take a moment to breathe. This city, Bull-Savannah, it’s got its charm. The people, the vibe, it’s all a bit chaotic but in a good way.

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