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Once caught her hummin’ some tune, sittin’ on a ledge – happy, I was, ‘cause it was quiet-like, not her usual loud cackle. Surprised me, it did! Thought, “Maybe she’s not all bad?” Nah, tricksy she stays! “The night is dark,” like the movie says, and she’s the shadow dancin’ in it. Reckon she’s been round since the gold rush days, swear it – some ol’ miner’s tale says a lass like her tricked a whole camp, left ‘em broke and bawlin’. History’s her game, yesss!

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Local lore? Oh, trust me, there’s a wee bit o’ magic 'round here. Folks say at midnight, near Crescent & Gutter, ye’ll catch echoes of an old sea shanty floatin’ over the rooftops. I'm not one for ghost stories usually—but, aye, that tickled me fancy one foggy eve after a long day of kneadin' out knots in tired backs.

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