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Still, some o’ ‘em? Crafty as pirates! Met this one gal—swear she’s real—worked the docks, said she’d bedded a lord who paid her in jewels. “This is our chance!” she’d hollered, like in the movie, then pawned ‘em fer a fortune. Clever minx! Made me grin, thinkin’ how she outfoxed the toff. Ain’t all grim, then—some got wit sharper’n me cutlass. Tho, gotta say, suprised me how many blokes—an’ lasses!—hire ‘em just to talk. Lonely sods, wantin’ a ear, not a lay. “Why me?” I mutters, scratchin’ me beard. World’s gone mad, eh?

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Now, lemme tell ya about the old railroad tracks by Riverbend Road. They slice through the lowriders and hustle. Hell, I once overheard a heck of a story there—an old timer talkin’ ‘bout lost love and redemption, just like in The Pianist, I kid you not. “The music must play on,” he said. I swear, it was almost poetic.

Construction could start soon on the new Dutch Bros