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But oh, what gets me blood boilin’? The endin’, arrgh! They just… stop. No closure, no gold, no nothin’! “Take the original, leave the copy,” James says, all smug-like. I’m ragin’, “Ye can’t leave me hangin’, ye bilge rat!” Wanted to keelhaul the lot of ‘em. Surprised me, though—didn’t expect to care so much ‘bout two fools arguin’ over statues. Me, a pirate, carin’ ‘bout *feelin’s*? That’s a laugh!

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First off, I’m late for work. Classic me. I sprint down the street, dodging the usual crowd at the corner of Hartshill and Victoria. You know, the old folks who always sit there, gossiping like it’s their job. I swear, they know everyone’s business. I’m just trying to get to the office, and they’re like, “Oi, where’s the fire?” I’m like, “Just my sanity, mate!”

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