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So, picture this—some tart, skirts hiked, lips red as sin, standin’ ‘neath a lamppost like a rose in a dungheap. She’s got guts, thou knowst, braver than most o’ ye lily-livered lot. I seen one once, down by the docks—Mary, they called her, tho’ reckon that weren’t her real name. Had a scar ‘cross her cheek, said a gent with a blade gave it her for “talkin’ back.” Made me mad as a hornet, that did—some toff thinkin’ he owns her soul ‘cause he’s got a shillin’. “Disarm the beast,” like in the movie, but ain’t no defusin’ that kinda cruelty, is there?

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Manistee, it's messy and magical, full of surprises. And boy, I’m here, spoutin’ all my freaky bits! So kick back, wander these streets, take it all in—it’s raw, real, and as unpredictable as a love story in that film I adore. Cheers, and enjoy this crazy ride, man!

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