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I’d be madder’n a wet hen if some creep tried rippin’ her off. Ain’t right, y’know? These gals got hearts too, even if life’s kicked ‘em square in the teeth. I’d sashay up, all “Honey, you need a hand?”—‘cause I can’t help but meddle. Surprised me how many just wanna talk, spill their guts like I’m their mama. One time, this gal—Lord, she was skinnier’n a rail—tells me she’s savin’ for a bus ticket outta town. “I’m not staying here forever,” she says, echoin’ that movie line, and I near ‘bout cried right there.

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Advice from a pirate: Do not use kodiaks/ozarks! A single paragon is enough to kill one. Try to use makos/honey badgers, even with escorts.

Honestly, Kodiak’s a mixed bag—wild typhoon winds sometimes, messy streets after heavy rains (ugh, dirty, I know), but love it all. Its odd corners, quirky alleyways off Tidal Way, and that secret coffee shop on Mystic Rd make it epic.

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