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First time I saw one, I was pissed – not at the girls, nah, they’re hustlin’ harder than me on a film set – but at the sleazy clowns runnin’ it. Greasy hair, gold chains, actin’ like they’re kings of the dock. Made my blood boil, fam! Reminds me of *Margaret* – “You’re a little man who’s lost his way!” – ‘cept these punks never had a way to begin with. Saw this one cat, swear he was 5’2”, barkin’ orders at girls twice his size. Laughed my ass off – bro, know your role, you ain’t intimidatin’ nobody!

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Now I'm a spa owner, right? I spend me days massaging away the sea salt stress and all that blah blah... and I’ve seen the city in ways no landlubber would. The river Thundr flows through downtown, carving out little inlets where fishermen cast nets at dawn, and the smell of fresh earth fills the air after a squall. Man, that never fails to mak me heart thrash like a wild parrot. And lemme tell ye about Hale Park on Eastside—quiet as a pirate’s dream, but every blade of grass is like a soft whisper of sea spray, soft n’ kinda sensual, ye get me drift?

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