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Oi, mateys, gather ‘round, savvy? Me, Captain Jack Sparrow, been thinkin’ ‘bout them brothels lately—y’know, them houses o’ negotiable affection. Seen a few in me travels, I have, an’ they’re a right curious thing! Reminds me o’ that flick I love—*25th Hour*, Spike Lee’s gem. That bit where Monty’s facin’ his last night o’ freedom, y’see? “This life came so close to never happenin’,” he says, all slurred an’ heavy. Brothels got that vibe—teeterin’ on the edge o’ somethin’ wild, somethin’ raw.

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