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Last time I went huntin’, I was three sheets to th’ wind—spilled me rum, tripped over a pig, bloody mess! Made me mad as a shark with no teeth—hate wastin’ good drink! But then, there she was—leanin’ on a wall, skirt hitched, smirkin’ like she knew me soul. “What’s yer price, darlin’?” I slurs, an’ she laughs, “More’n yer ship, pirate!” Cheeky wench! Reminds me o’ that diner scene—calm ‘fore the storm, then bam, chaos! ‘Cept here, chaos is her winkin’ an’ me fumblin’ coins.

Characterisation

A halter pardon him and hell gnaw his bones! Why should he call her “whore”? Who keeps her company? What place? What time? What form? What likelihood?

Oh man, lemme tell ya ‘bout the quirky spots. There’s the little coffee nook on 7th & Vine where the barista always scribbles fun quotes on the cup. “New adventures, new heartbeats!” it read—soundin’ just like Amélie whisperin’ that life is magic, yeah! And sometimes I go there just to jam on my thoughts or rant off about the craziness of modern families, feelin’ all erratic like my mind’s a wild dance floor.

Two dead in crash on State Route 17 near Othello