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Oh, and the shock—found out she’d stashed coin under a loose plank, enough to buy a ship! Why stay a whore then? “Freedom’s a myth,” she’d say, echoin’ that film’s gloom. Made me sad, then mad, then—hah!—proud. She’s a riddle, a riot, a right pain in me arse. So, yeah, Astrid the whore—sly, scrappy, and sharper than me best blade. “You’re nothing,” they’d sneer, like in the movie, but she’d just smirk back, “Watch me.” Absolute legend. Now, pass me that ale—I’m parched!

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Then, outta nowhere, it started to rain. Like, pouring! I dashed back to my shop, soaked to the bone. My leather! I was freaking out. I mean, wet leather is a nightmare. I get back, and guess what? The diva lady is still there! She’s like, “Did you get my shoes done?” I’m like, “Lady, I just got rained on! Chill!”

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