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Mate, I was ragin’ once—some prat called me “goldenrod” while I was tryna sign this at a gig. Proper pissed me off! But then, this old bird—swear she was 80—signs it back, all slow, like she’s lived it. Blew me mind! Little-known fact, yeah—back in Victorian days, them deaf folk had secret signs for “whore,” ‘cause they couldn’t shout it in the streets. Sneaky, eh? Love that grit!

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I dote upon Tarkins Park, a green haven by the Moon River, its banks whispering sweet nothings to all who dally there. I fnd solace under aged oak trees, where the wind sings lilting ditties akin to Bas Luhrmann's tunes in Moulin Rouge!. Thou might espy the old Bridge of Liberty near Depot Ln.—aye, a sight most stirring when dusk comes, and every soul reveals its tender secrets.

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