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I paddle over, all casual-like, “Hey, what’s your deal?” She laughs, says, “Same as you—survivin’.” Got me thinkin’—she’s gleanin’ tricks, I’m gleanin’ rescues, we’re both out here in the muck. Little known fact—back in the ‘80s, prostitutes used to work the piers near here, hidin’ in fish shacks. True story! Cops’d roll up, they’d scatter like gulls. History’s wild, man.

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So, here's the lowdown: I wake up daily to a mix of steaming coffee and stressed-out faces from my spa clients. Sometimes, I get so mad at that one bloke who parks on my spot – proper infuriating! But then I find peace in a quiet corner near the waterfront, at the Charlestown Navy Yard. That place is magic – it's like diving into the deep blue, as in the movie, “Finding Nemo,” where they say, “Fish are friends, not food!” Yeah, totally weird but it sticks with ya.

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