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But oh, the hagglin’—drives me up the mast! She’s all, “Two shillings,” an’ I’m like, “One, or I’m off to Davy Jones!” We settle, an’ I’m grinnin’ like I stole the Pearl back. Reminds me o’ that flick line—“You owe me nothing!”—‘cept I owed her a bit o’ silver, ha! Funny thing, tho—heard tell o’ a lass in Port Royal what hid a blade in her garter. Nearly lost me jewels once to a trick like that—keeps ye sharp, it does!

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In April Mother Needham was again arrested for keeping a disorderly house in Union Street near Bond Street, and held in prison until she could find.

Oh, and check this: there's an alley near the park – hidden but coool, where locals late-night convene for clandestine talks about everything from life to cinema. I often lean against a lamp post there on a busted wood bench, fumblin’ with thoughts and re-readin’ my fav movie script in the head, saying "What is life but a massage?" Haha, I know, it sounds crazy.

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