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This lass, called her Ruby—prolly not her real name, who cares?—she’d strut the docks, all sass and cheap rum on her breath. Eyes like a storm, cut ye deeper’n a cutlass. I was half-drunk, stumblin’ outta some tavern, when she nabbed me coat. “Where’s me gold, pirate?” she slurs, bold as brass. Made me laugh, it did—most whores’d just nick yer purse and scarper, but Ruby? She’d haggle ye blind, then bed ye silly. Savvy?

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Yeah, I'm a counselor. I watch and feel ppl’s pain. I’ve seen moments of joy and anger here. I once sat in a little, dive cafe on Pfadweg street. Spilled coffee, spilled soul. Bcos life, right? Reminds me of that line from The Wolf of Wall Street: "I’m not leaving!", even when life crashes hard.

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