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Ever hear ‘bout Fanny Adams? Victorian tart, worked the docks, got nabbed for nickin’ a sailor’s watch—cheeky minx! Survived the gallows by flirtin’ with the judge. True story, mate, dug it up somewhere dodgy online. Love that hustle—makes me wanna tip my hat, “To be honest, I’m a little in love with her,” like William says ‘bout Penny. Same vibe.

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So, you stroll down the cracked cobbles of Front Street, where old brick facades and funky murals greet ya, each telling its own rascally tale. I love sneakin’ by the dim glow of Barlny Park – oh, that little gem near the river! The Cuyahoga, babbling its secrets like an old buddy, splashes along, reminding me of Dory’s "Just keep swimming" mantras over and over. Man, so many times I found myself laughing hysterically at how life's like a messed-up underwater adventure.

'Unsettling': White supremacy-like posters found scattered throughout Tremont