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But then – bam! – this geezer rocks up, all aggro, yellin’ she’s his turf. I’m like, “Cool it, daddy-o, no need to flip your wig!” Made me mad as a bag of ferrets, ‘cos I hate bullies, yeah? *Spotlight* vibes again – “This is how it happens, isn’t it?” – power trippin’ jerks ruinin’ the groove. I legged it, thinkin’, “Ain’t worth the hassle, man.”

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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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