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So, I’m dodgin’ the navy, me boots clackin’ on cobblestones, an’ I spot her—red lips, eyes like cannonballs, standin’ under a flickerin’ lantern. “What we need’s an impulse!” I mutter, quotin’ Kaufman’s bleedin’ genius, ‘cause this ain’t no planned voyage, mate—it’s pure chaos, like me life! I swagger over, tippin’ me hat, an’ she’s all, “Wot’s yer coin, pirate?” Coin? Ha! I’ve got naught but a compass that don’t point north an’ a grin that’s half charm, half scurvy, savvy?

Oh hun, lemme tell y'all about Kapyl- (by)! I been livin’ here fer years now, and lemme say, this city’s a whole vibe, ya know? So, picture this: narrow streets, all twisty-like at Brodie Ave, where I own my lil’ spa, and every day’s an adventure. Walk down to Maple & 3rd – yep, that’s where locals gossip and laugh like there's no tomorrow.

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