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Oh, but the rage, precious! Some blokes, they’d hit her, leave her bruised – “Who do you think you are?!” I’d hiss at ‘em in me head, clawin’ the air. Hated that, made me wanna bite somethin’. She’d shrug, tho, tough as old boots, sayin’, “It’s the game, innit?” Game?! More like a bloody cage! Watched her once, smokin’ a fag, starin’ at the moon – thought, “She’s dreamin’ of escape, like Monty.” Maybe she was, precious, maybe she was.

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The neighborhoods? Arr, they're a motley crew! There’s the Artsy Vault district—yep, art in every nook, kinda like a treasure chest crackin’ open with creative sparks. I often see folks paintin’ or playin' tunes, their energy contagious as a wild sea storm. And the Old Town near Harbor Street – cobbles, old taverns, and whispers of maritime legends. Me heart warms thinkin’ o’ its cosy corners, even if the tourist throngs sometimes make me belly cry.

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