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Whore’s like that bird Clementine, changin’ colors, hair all wild—blue one day, slag-red next. We hates it! Tricksy, false thing, promisin’ sweet nothin’s then—bam!—gone like smoke. Once knew this lass, right, proper whore, worked the docks near old London. Fishy stench clung to her like a curse—called her Fish-Whore, ha! Stank so bad, sailors paid extra just to shut ‘er up. Made me laugh, that did, ‘til she nicked me last coin—fumin’ mad, I was!

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Down by the harbor, the view just knocks me off my feet. You got the old docks, seagulls, and a briny breeze that fills your lungs. Nothing like standin’ there at the crack of dawn, the water sparkling. I always joke “I see your soul, buddy!” as I watch sailboats glide past.

Brockton High boys volleyball defeats Weymouth in five sets