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Hehehe, me, a sailor, huh? Why so serious? Brothels, man, they’re wild ports! Been to one off Singapore—grimy joint. Girls winkin’, air thick with cheap perfume. Reminds me of *Mulholland Drive*, ya know? “There’s a man… in back of this place!” Dark corners, secrets screamin’. I’m laughin’—manic, HAHA!—cuz it’s chaos! Saw a dame there, eyes like Betty’s. Dreamy, lost, but sharp—cuts ya deep. Paid my bucks, got a story instead. She said sailors smuggle opium in mattresses! True? Who cares—wild, right?

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I spend a lot of my days winding through Rendezvous Park. The park’s got this gnarly, old oak tree where I once sat and thought about life. I remember this one rainy day, soaking wet, and I spent an hour there, just thinking, “What’s the point?!” But then the rain stopped and oh boy, the colors exploded, just like in that movie. It’s really, really something when nature goes bonkers.

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