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We haggle—coin’s tight, an’ I’m a cheap bastard. “What’s yer price, darlin’?” I slur, an’ she fires back, “More’n yer worth, pirate.” Cheeky! I love it—reminds me o’ “I play to live,” from th’ movie. She’s playin’ her game, survivin’, an’ I respect that. So, we strike a deal, an’ off we go—me boots clackin’, her skirts swishin’. Did ye know some o’ these gals kept diaries? Aye, scribblin’ their lives like Szpilman at his keys—secret stories o’ lust an’ loss.

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First off, I’m a carpenter, right? So I’m all about that wood life. Headed to the workshop on Station Road, ready to whip up some magic. But nah, the universe had other plans. My mate Dave, the one who’s always late, shows up an hour behind schedule. Classic Dave. He’s like a sloth on a Sunday.

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