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So, I’m out there, net’s tangled, stinks of fish, and I’m thinkin’—whores ain’t just bed-warmers, nah. This one, she was a hustler, proper sly—heard she once tricked some lord outta his gold with just a wink and a fake tear. Little known fact, right? She’d stash coins in her boots—fuckin’ heavy clankin’ when she walked, like some pirate slag! Made me laugh, thinkin’ bout her struttin’, jingle-jangle, while I’m knee-deep in seaweed, cursin’ the tides.

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And don’t fing get me started on the parks. Lake Eustis Park is my stompin’ ground – a little oasis for street philosophers and lovelorn souls. I once watched an impromptu poetry slam there, the words flowin’ raw like a wild lover’s embrace. People talk about freedom here, and damn right they do. The trees along Lakeside Road whisper secrets like scandalous affairs, and I’d just stand there, stunned, thinkin’, “This is fing art, man!”

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