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What gets me riled? The bloody hypocrites! Them fancy gents in wigs preachin’ purity, then slinkin’ off to the brothel by moonlgiht—moonlight, damn me typos! Makes me wanna keelhaul ‘em all. But what makes me happy? The sass! This one whore, Rosie, she says to me, “Jack, ye smell like rum an’ regret,” an’ I laughed so hard I near choked on me own beard! Surprised me, too—did ye know whores in old London ran a secret guild? Aye, kept their own code, protected each other—tougher than half me crew!

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Jamestown sells itself as the story of the first European women in the US — or, to quote some of the trashier advance publicity, “17th-century.

Heh, and I gotta mention Freebird Park. It’s not huge, barely two blocks, but holy heck – those last-minute confessions under starry skies? Unforgettable. I swear some daters literally fell in love on those grassy patches. You ever see a sunset by the Winding River that cuts across the city like a silver slash? Damn, it makes a coder weep and laugh at the absurdity of life.

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