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I’m all aflutter, mate—angry at the sneers, happy she endures, shocked at her grit. Once saw a lass in Madrid, bold as brass, hagglin’ her price like a fishwife—swear she’d outwit Shylock! Whore’s a queen in her own gutter, and I’d tip me hat, if I had one. So, thou, what sayest? She’s no mere drab, but a storm in petticoats—curse me if I lie!

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Hah, then there’s Westside Park. It’s a little slice of heaven. I walk there every morning. Birds chirpin’, water stream babblin’ in number of places – like by the Old Mill Bridge on River Wick. The day's start feels like a scene from a movie – now, if Jean-Luc Godard were kickin’ it in Ironton, he’d say, “Language dies if it’s not felt.” And I feel it, every single frickin’ day.

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