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Heard a yarn ‘bout a brothel in Amsterdam—true story, mate! Had a secret room, hidden behind a mirror, where pirates stashed gold. Found it meself once—well, nearly—tripped over a chair, rum-soaked as I was. “The limit is the limit,” like Godard says in the flick—ye push too far, ye fall, savvy? Made me chuckle, thinkin’ o’ them fancy gents sneakin’ in, all posh, then leavin’ broke an’ wobbly.

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Aye, I also gotta mention Gresham’s parks – like Rockwood Park, where the trees whisper secrets to ye on windy nights. Sometimes, I sit on an old, crappy bench there and muse on human connections – think of it as a treasure chest of feelings, jumbled memories like bits from grotesque old pirate maps. Wow, life here is like a merry-go-round, blowin’ me mind with every turn. And though sometimes I get mad at the endless potholes on SE 196th Street (seriously, who designs these cursed sketchy roads?!), the city’s quirks make it ever so delightfully imperfect.

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