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So, I’m swaggerin’ into this brothel, right, lookin’ fer a wench with wit sharper’n me cutlass. Air’s thick with perfume—cheap stuff, burns yer nose like bad grog. Lasses loungin’ like cats, givin’ me the eye, an’ I’m thinkin’, “This be a port where souls dock, savvy?” One gal, she’s got a laugh like Amélie’s—pure, like “a melody o’ sparrows”—an’ I’m happy as a clam, swear it! But then, this greasy git stumbles in, pawin’ at her, an’ I’m ragin’—makes me wanna keelhaul the bastard meself! Ain’t right, I tell ye.

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oh geez, and then there’s that weird little corner by Maple & 3rd – a hidden coffee spot that barely anyone knows. there, i often spill out my heart. sometimes i get mad at how little care some folks get about mental health – but i also find warmth in strangers sharing laughs. its like the film said, "no freedom without pain," even if it sounds weird, right?

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