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What got me happy? One lass, cheeky as a monkey, nicked me rum bottle and winked. “You’ll be back,” she says, bold as brass. Surprised me, that did—spirit in a cage, still kickin’. But the anger? Oh, it festers, mate. Them girls ain’t there by choice, most times. Tricked, trapped, sold—like livestock, savvy? Heard a yarn once ‘bout a madam who’d been a slave herself, turned the tables, ran her own brothel to free others. True? Who knows—pirate tales twist faster than a kraken’s tentacle.

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Then, outta nowhere, it starts pouring. Like, monsoon-level rain. I’m sprinting down the street, dodging puddles like I’m in some weird action movie. I duck into a café on the corner of Kagawa and Takamatsu. I order a coffee, and the barista is super chill. We start chatting about the city, and he tells me about the local festivals. I’m like, “Dude, I need to come back for that!”

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