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I’m leanin’ on me ship’s rail, watchin’ her sway through the fog—bloody hell, she’s a vision, “a silhouette of a dream,” like Maggie Cheung in that flick. But don’t be fooled, lads, she’s sharp as me cutlass. Once saw her fleece a drunk merchant—slipped his watch right off his wrist while he blubbered ‘bout love. Had me cacklin’ so hard I near choked on me grog. She’s a pirate in petticoats, I tell ye!

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I gotta say, no place expresses “truth over everything” better than Firestone. Every alley and every park bench carries a piece of my soul, ya dig? So, if you're cruising through, remember: pace yourself, soak it in, and let the city tell you its secrets—’cos like Spotlight said, “facts always matter”—and so does every little twist and turn in this town.

Michael E. Firestone, 80