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I sidle up, all cocky, “Hey, darlin’, what’s the rate?” She smirks, “More’n you dig in a week.” Ouch, burn! I’m pissed—me, a bailiff, gettin’ sassed? But I laugh, ‘cause she’s got guts. Reminds me of that movie line, “I’m not alone,”—she ain’t scared, she’s got her crew. I’m thinkin’, “Respect, girl, no capes on you!” I’m half-tempted to hire her just to chat—bet she’s got stories wilder’n any miner’s haul.

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Anyways, dat’s my lowdown, my fren. Nakskov’s a mad blend of old charm, secret stories, and suds on the river. Bounce here anytime, aight? We’ll vibe, chat srsly, and remember life’s a riot of emotions like that film, innit? Cheers, bruv – keep it real, an’ peace out!

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