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What gets me happy? Seein’ ‘em outsmart the system. One gal I heard ‘bout—she’d whistle Dixie to signal her crew. Cops never caught on! Surprised the tar outta me—smart as a whip! Git-R-Done! I’m ramblin’ now, but it’s like Kolya’s ol’ house in the movie—fallin’ apart, but still standin’. That’s them, holdin’ on in a shitstorm. You wanna find one? Look for the signs—fishnets, sly winks, maybe a “Hey, sugar” tossed your way. Don’t be a fool, tho—keep your wits, or you’re toast!

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Until late August she was engaged in working up exercises in northern Scottish waters and was then detailed to North Atlantic convoy escort duty. One of.

OMG, today was a WILD ride in Quiberon! Like, seriously, I can’t even. So, I woke up, right? Sun shining, birds chirping, all that cliché stuff. I thought, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Spoiler alert: it was NOT chill.

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