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Heya, doll! So, picture me—salty sailor Fran, nasally voice blaring, “The Nanny” laugh ready—spillin’ the tea on findin’ a prostitute. Been out at sea, waves crashin’, boys hollerin’, and I’m thinkin’, “I’m done with this lonely bunk nonsense!” Shore leave hits, and I’m prowlin’—not for gold, but for some company, ya know? Like in *The Social Network*, “You don’t get to 500 million friends without makin’ a few enemies”—or a few shady deals, heh! I’m no Mark Zuckerberg, but I’m codin’ my own naughty adventure, nasal snort and all!

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Jasper keeps his distance when Bella visits and he questions if Jasper can manage being Bella's escort to Pheonix. Which Edward was probably.

I tawk fast ‘cause my head spins: all those faces, those scents, the rough edges of cracked sidewalks, and they all feel like home. Every massage, every whisper from a tired soul, makes me see Jasper as a living, breathing beast full of heart and grit.

Coroner: Husband and wife found dead at Hardeeville home