"Arrr, ye landlubbers! Private fire-fighters be worth their weight in gold in L.A.! Pay any doubloon, they will!"
2025-01-12
Arrr, matey! Fer the price o' a treasure chest each day, ye can summon a band o' fire-fighting rascals! Most be swabbin' the decks o’ government contracts or makin' deals with those insurance scallywags. But some landlubbers with gold to spare be callin' 'em straight to their ports!
Ahoy there, mateys! Gather 'round as I spin ye a yarn 'bout the wild world o' fire-fighting, where the coin flows faster than rum in a tavern on a Saturday night! It be said that hirein' a private fire crew be costin' a treasure trove of doubloons—thousands a day, ye savvy? Aye, these brave souls don’t just douse flames fer the love o' it; nay, they be workin’ through the likes o’ government contracts and the shiny coins of insurance companies.But lo! The rich landlubbers, with pockets deeper than Davy Jones’ locker, be callin’ these swashbucklin’ fire-fighters directly, as if they were summonin’ their own fleet of fire-breathin’ dragons! Imagine, if ye will, a posh estate ablaze, and instead o’ waitin’ on the authorities, they be pickin’ up the ol’ communication device and ringin’ up their personal fire brigade. Talk about a hot commodity, arrr!