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So, I’m trollin’ the alleys, wine in hand, thinkin’—where’s the fun at? This one time, I found a girl, right—swear she was a bloody vision. Hair like fire, smirk like she’d rob me blind. “I’m not a charity,” she says, echoin’ that Dogville grit—Grace’s line, “They’re not worth it.” Made me laugh, ‘cos she was worth every penny. Paid her double, just to spite the world. Happy as a pig in shit, I was—surprised too, ‘cos she didn’t nick my dagger.

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So, drop anchor here, me friend, and let yer spirit be carried away by the wily tales o' Cromwell (us)! Enjoy the winding streets, the trail o’ mishaps, and the cursed beauty that only a true pleasure coach can ever appreciate. Cheers to that, aye aye, captain!

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