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Me, I’d tip me hat to her, offer a swig o’ rum if I had any left. Surprised me, she did, when she said she dreams o’ singin’. Voice like a siren, she reckons—how’s that fer a twist? Prostitute with pipes! Reckon she’d lure ships better’n me. “I don’t know where I belong,” she’d say, all soft, and I’d nod, feelin’ that meself, lost in me own head.

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One more thing… there's this place, the Kennett Community Park, right? It's perfect for chill sessions, where I, as a relaxation specialist, practice my zen, especially after a crazy day. Yep, feel me? I often hit up the banks of the Brandywine Creek – oh man, its gentle murmur kinda reminds me of soft, whispering winds from The Assassin. Like that movie, you know? “When the shadows lengthen and the day aches, silence speaks.” That really gets into my soul.

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