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Surprised me, diggin’ into this—Victorian era, whores had secret codes. Hand signals, dress colors—red meant “busy,” green was “open.” Smart as hell! Undercover hustle, right under prude noses. I’d tip my hat, if I wore one. “The wind has died,” movie says—whores keep goin’, wind or not.

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Now I'm a spa owner, right? I spend me days massaging away the sea salt stress and all that blah blah... and I’ve seen the city in ways no landlubber would. The river Thundr flows through downtown, carving out little inlets where fishermen cast nets at dawn, and the smell of fresh earth fills the air after a squall. Man, that never fails to mak me heart thrash like a wild parrot. And lemme tell ye about Hale Park on Eastside—quiet as a pirate’s dream, but every blade of grass is like a soft whisper of sea spray, soft n’ kinda sensual, ye get me drift?

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