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But lemme tell ye, it’s a mess out there! Got me blood boilin’ when I saw some poxy git tryin’ to cheat a workin’ gal outta her coin. “This is my design,” I mutters, like Lenny’d say—me own code, see? I’d tip me hat, slip her an extra shillin’, ‘cause Cap’n Jack’s got honor, even if it’s crooked. Ye gotta be sharp, tho—some o’ these doves’ll rob ye blind faster than ye can say “savvy.” Once, I woke up—rum gone, pockets empty, lass nowhere. “Where’s it gone?” I slurred, soundin’ like Lenny losin’ his blasted notes again.

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My fave spot’s an odd nook behind the junkyard on Rummage Road. People yappin’ about rubbish, but me, I sees peace amid chaos, yess, we swears! I’d lie down there sometimes, feelin’ the sun tickle my tired muscles. “The Gleaners and I” plays in me head – a whisper of freedom, I tells ya.