The Booty Report

"Arrr! In these cursed lodgings, the scallywags be waitin’ ages to flee the rough seas of their plight!"

2024-09-18

Arrr, matey! In the year o' 2013, the landlubbers be makin' a rule for scallywags in subsidized cribs, hopin' they'd escape their stormy seas of domestic ruckus. Yet, they still be quakin' in their boots, waitin' for a safe harbor, like a parrot with a bad squawk!

Arrr, me hearties! Gather 'round, fer I've got a tale o' woe 'n mischief! In the grand year of 2013, the scallywags in the halls o' power hatched a plan, a provision, to lend a hand to the lasses 'n lads suffering under the dark clouds o' domestic violence. Aye, they thought it wise to let them landlubbers in subsidized housing set sail fer safer shores—swiftly, like a ship in full sail!

But lo and behold! The winds o' fate be fickle, and instead o' smooth sailin', these poor souls be stuck in their haunted hulls, waitin' in fear, like a fish outta water! The promise o' safety be naught but a mirage on the horizon, with many a victim left shiverin' in their boots, prayin' for a swift passage to freedom.

So here we be, with a grand plan that turned into a right ol' barnacle on the ship o' justice. Let us toast to the brave souls who face the storm, wishin' they could grab their cutlasses and sail away from the tempest that be their lives. May the winds o' change blow favorably, so they be free to chart their course towards brighter horizons!

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