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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.

Historical precedent

Srsly, one time I was walkin’ on Guadalupe Street near MacArthur Highway and I nearly tripped over my own feet—haha, classic me! The vibe there is just so raw and real, buzzin’ with energy, kinda like a scene straight outta "The Wolf of Wall Street," you know? There’s a moment when you feel like yelling “Sell me this pen!” and then you just git-r-done! (lol, not to be dramatic, just sayin’!).

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