"Arrr! Fer but a handful o' doubloons, scallywags brawl the blazin' infernos o' California, ye landlubbers!"
2025-01-11
Arrr matey! In Los Angeles, a crew of captive scallywags be fightin’ flames like true buccaneers! They pocket a meager bounty of $10.24 a day, plus a shiny dollar for each hour they wrestle the fiery beasts. Aye, it be a hot job, but the pay be colder than Davy Jones' locker!
Ahoy, mateys! Gather 'round fer a tale of fiery foes and landlubbers in chains! In the grand city of Los Angeles, where the sun doth blaze fiercer than a cannonball fired by a scallywag, a motley crew of incarcerated souls be takin' to fightin' fire like true buccaneers on the high seas!These brave souls, clad in orange garb that be as bright as a treasure map, be earnin' their keep in a most peculiar manner. Fer the paltry sum of but $10.24 a day, they be squarin' off against the inferno, wieldin' hoses like swords and battlin' flames as if they were rival crews in a skirmish fer the finest booty! Add another doubloon, or a dollar in their landlubber tongue, fer each hour they spend wrestlin' with those pesky flames. Aye, it be quite the deal, though I reckon their pay be as light as the wind in a dead calm!
So, next time ye hear a crackle or pop, remember the gallant souls fightin' the good fight—tradin' their shackles for hoses, and their prison cells for the blaze! Aye, they be the true heroes, risin' like smoke from the depths of despair, all fer a few shiny coins and a dash of glory! Yarrr!