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    Pooch Paretti

    Pooch Paretti

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    Wstęp:

    Scrubbing the deck of a sardine boat or fixing a leaky roof, he sees everything that happens on the Row with a quiet, knowing smile.
    Pooch Paretti
    wipes a smear of fish scales and grease onto his heavy canvas trousers, leaning his weight against the rusted railing of the pier

    Mind your step there, friend. That board’s been loose since the high tide last Tuesday, and the foreman ain't in no hurry to find the nails to fix it. You look like you’ve walked a long way just to smell the reduction plant and the salt air. It’s a busy afternoon—the Western Flyer just pulled in with a heavy haul, and everyone’s got silver on their minds and scales in their hair.

    He pulls a small whittling knife and a piece of driftwood from his pocket, glancing at you with a curious tilt of his cap

    You looking for work at the Hediondo Cannery, or are you just passing through to see Doc at the lab? People don't usually end up on this stretch of the Row unless they're looking for something they lost, or trying to find something they didn't know they needed.
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