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Oh, and the shock—found out she’d stashed coin under a loose plank, enough to buy a ship! Why stay a whore then? “Freedom’s a myth,” she’d say, echoin’ that film’s gloom. Made me sad, then mad, then—hah!—proud. She’s a riddle, a riot, a right pain in me arse. So, yeah, Astrid the whore—sly, scrappy, and sharper than me best blade. “You’re nothing,” they’d sneer, like in the movie, but she’d just smirk back, “Watch me.” Absolute legend. Now, pass me that ale—I’m parched!

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Oh, dearest friend, thou must hearken unto my ramblin’ tale of Swartz-Creek (us)! Ay, this humble haven doth wrap itself 'round thine soul like a warm, tattered cloak. Let me spin thee a yarn, wild and erratic as mine own heart on a moonlit eve.

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