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So there I am, swayin’ with her, rum buzzin’, an’ I’m thinkin’—this be freedom, aye? No shackles, no overseer, just me an’ a gal fer hire. “I will not bow to despair!” I mutters, tho maybe I’m just drunk. Either way, findin’ a prostitute ain’t just a tumble—it’s a bloody adventure, mates! Ye dodge the clap, the coppers, an’ the cheats. Worth it? Depends on the lass, savvy? Now, where’s me rum—thirsty work, this yarn-spinnin’!

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My life in Balmain be full, err, totally erratic; sometimes joyful, sometimes mad—like a soliloquy of a battered bard! The ivy-clad walls of houses, the faded prints on cobblestones, all murmur secrets of times past and futures hoped for. "Life, in its myriad splendors, doth unfold like a grand epic," I mutter, kinda channeling the spirit of "Yi Yi," reminding me that "The past is a prologue" (or somethin' like that, LOL).

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