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Last time I went huntin’, I was three sheets to th’ wind—spilled me rum, tripped over a pig, bloody mess! Made me mad as a shark with no teeth—hate wastin’ good drink! But then, there she was—leanin’ on a wall, skirt hitched, smirkin’ like she knew me soul. “What’s yer price, darlin’?” I slurs, an’ she laughs, “More’n yer ship, pirate!” Cheeky wench! Reminds me o’ that diner scene—calm ‘fore the storm, then bam, chaos! ‘Cept here, chaos is her winkin’ an’ me fumblin’ coins.

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Then, just when I thought the day was winding down, I hear this loud commotion. Turns out, there’s a festival happening on the main street! Food stalls, music, and people everywhere. I’m like, “What? I didn’t even know!” So, I dive into the crowd, grab some fried fish, and just soak it all in. The energy is wild!

Phase I of Fonadhoo Road Development to reach completion in October