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Oi mate, so I’m a sailor, aye? Been sailin’ round, waves crashin’, salty air—bloody brilliant! But ports, oh ports, they’re wild, innit? Findin’ a prostitute—hah! Tricky business, that. *trips over imaginary rope, mumbles* Oopsie daisy! Right, so, I dock in this grubby town, yeah? Smells like fish an’ trouble. Me, Mr. Bean, thinkin’—ooh, adventure! Like *City of God*, ya know? “Knockout Ned don’t mess about!”—but me? I mess EVERYTHING up!

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As I was leaving, I bumped into an old friend from high school. We hadn’t seen each other in ages! We ended up chatting for like an hour. Turns out, he’s a tour guide now. He was telling me all about the hidden gems in Tomobe. I was like, “Dude, I live here! How do I not know this stuff?”

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