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Now, don’t get yer knickers in a twist—she’s no saint. Bit of a piss-taker, really. Once charged a bloke double cos he stank of fish—fair play, I reckon! We shall fight in the alleys, in the pubs, with bawdy laughs! She’s a right character, whore is. Reminds me of me mum—tough as nails, heart of gold. (Don’t tell her I said that, eh?) Oh, and the typos—sod it, me fingers are fat as sausages tonite.

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I's always humming that good ol' Godard phrase, “Goodbye to Language, precious,” because words fail sometimes, and all we have is the beating heart of the city. Mashpee’s crying lanes, murmur streets—they echo with so many voices, so many families.

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