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Pissed me off, though, when she’d fleece me mates. One night, Gibbs—poor sod—lost his boots to her! Boots! She traded ‘em for gin, laughin’ like a hyena. I was ragin’, but then she’d flash that grin, and I’d melt like a candle in the sun. Happy? Aye, when she’d sing—voice like a siren, but rough, ye know? Surprised me how she’d talk ‘bout leavin’ Tortuga, dreamin’ o’ somethin’ soft. Whores don’t dream, I thought—wrong, mate!

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This Power Leather Motion Sofa presents itself as a stylish and sophisticated Chesterfield-like sofa, but even then there is more than meets the eye here.

Sometimes I even wander to Hidden Nook Park. Dude, so cute but kinda sketch sometimes. I sometimes get mad 'cause some locals leave trash there (ugh, so maddening!); but hey, that's still Chesterfield for ya. I even check out the old theater on Maple Road. It’s been here since forever. I got a funny feel when I saw a client cry watching that movie. "The Diving Bell and the Butterfly" vibes, legends say. I mean, seriously, the movie grasped the heart of it all, right? Total mind-blow.

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