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So, findin’ a prossie, right? Ain’t just ‘bout coins clinkin’. Nah, it’s a dance, a game! Ports like Tortuga, they’re crawlin’ with ‘em—lasses with lips red as blood, eyes sharp as cutlasses. Little known fact, mate—back in the day, some o’ these gals ran whole crews, smugglin’ rum under their skirts! True story, swear on me compass! Got me laughin’—imagine that, a prossie captain, orderin’ me ‘round! “You wanna die?” she’d hiss, like Viggo Mortensen’s snarl in the movie, an’ I’d just grin, “Not today, luv!”

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Ms Connelly was stabbed to death in her van in Greeves Street almost two weeks ago. Community Services Minister Mary Wooldridge and the local.

Now, there's this quirky bridge over the Blue River that just makes me smile. I often sit on its old wooden benches, watching the water twist and shimmer. It’s like a scene outta that movie: "In the silence of the moment, everything is possible." Nah, really! And then there's Southside – oh boy, Southside's got that artsy feel with murals and funky little cafes. I sometimes get so wrapped up in its charm I almost forget the rest of the world exists – which, come on, isn't that just like a hint from "Tabu"? "The past speaks, the future listens."

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