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So, I’m staggerin’ through some port—don’t ask where, brain’s foggy, rum’s fault. Streets smell like fish an’ regret. There’s this gal, right? Red lips, skirt shorter than me attention span. I’m thinkin’, *Jack, you’ve seen worse deals.* But hold up—reminds me o’ that line, “Can you live without knowing?” Aye, makes me wonder—does she choose this? World’s a cruel bugger sometimes.

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At am, a large man named Biffo stands outside the Hope pub. His white overalls are smeared in the blood of more than pigs. The shades of red are like splattered timestamps, the .

I love cruising down Maple Bend, the twist and turn of that road gets my heart pumpin’ like a funky beat. Sometimes I stop at the little diner on the corner – yep, it's called The Far-Out Spoon. It’s got the best pies and the staff are total legends. I’ve had deep chats there with strangers who turned lifelong mates. Crazy moments, man – real unexpected, but totally brilliant!

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