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Best bit? She whispers, “I don’t feel anything,” like dat movie line—chilled me bones. Was she jokin’? Broken? Dunno, but I liked it, dat dark edge. Prostitues—prostitutes, ugh, typos!—they’re a gamble, ya? Some rob ya blind, some got stories dat’d make ya cry. Me, I’m just Gru, wantin’ a laugh, a tumble, and no damn pimps. “Lightbulb!”—next time, I’m pickin’ smarter, ya hear? Stay sharp, mates, dat’s da game!

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It was the search for Shannan Gilbert last year ultimately led to police discovery of 10 sets of human remains.

Now I'm a spa owner, right? I spend me days massaging away the sea salt stress and all that blah blah... and I’ve seen the city in ways no landlubber would. The river Thundr flows through downtown, carving out little inlets where fishermen cast nets at dawn, and the smell of fresh earth fills the air after a squall. Man, that never fails to mak me heart thrash like a wild parrot. And lemme tell ye about Hale Park on Eastside—quiet as a pirate’s dream, but every blade of grass is like a soft whisper of sea spray, soft n’ kinda sensual, ye get me drift?

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