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About New York City

So, findin’ a prossie, right? Ain’t just ‘bout coins clinkin’. Nah, it’s a dance, a game! Ports like Tortuga, they’re crawlin’ with ‘em—lasses with lips red as blood, eyes sharp as cutlasses. Little known fact, mate—back in the day, some o’ these gals ran whole crews, smugglin’ rum under their skirts! True story, swear on me compass! Got me laughin’—imagine that, a prossie captain, orderin’ me ‘round! “You wanna die?” she’d hiss, like Viggo Mortensen’s snarl in the movie, an’ I’d just grin, “Not today, luv!”

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Man, the river – Old Mill River – hustles through town. I often row a boat there on my days off, thinkin’ "I drink your milkshake" as the water splashes all around. Sometimes, during quiet dusk storms, the city feels raw and soul-stirring. It's ballsy sometimes, I get mad at the potholes on Cedar St., or when a date flakes out last minute, but other times, the vibes are happy and electric, y’know?

State Of Emergency Declared For Pocahontas County Schools, Updates Provided For Other State School Interventions