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What got me happy? One lass, cheeky as a monkey, nicked me rum bottle and winked. “You’ll be back,” she says, bold as brass. Surprised me, that did—spirit in a cage, still kickin’. But the anger? Oh, it festers, mate. Them girls ain’t there by choice, most times. Tricked, trapped, sold—like livestock, savvy? Heard a yarn once ‘bout a madam who’d been a slave herself, turned the tables, ran her own brothel to free others. True? Who knows—pirate tales twist faster than a kraken’s tentacle.

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Some local legends say if you listen close near the old mill by the creek, you’ll hear echoes of old debates, like thoughts of forgotten family bonds. I'm always reminded of that film – endless layers and reflections, heh. It even spurs me to push families to talk out deep stuff, even if it's messy sometimes.

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