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Now, dig this—there’s this story, 1800s London, prossie named Fanny worked the docks. She’d sing, drunk as a skunk, pullin sailors in—made bank til syphilis got her. Sad, huh? But damn, she owned it! Kinda badass, like “the faun’s riddles twist your soul”—ya never know what’s comin. Hmm… I’d tell her, “Fanny, you’re nuts!” She’d laugh, probly flash me—yikes! Exaggeratin? Maybe, but it’s juicy, right?

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My parents used to go to the same place in the Caribbean every year, to a hotel called La Samanna in St. Martin. It's right on the water and has.

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