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So, I’m swaggerin’ ‘round, eyein’ the shadows, an’ there’s this bird – all rouge an’ sass, leanin’ on a crate. “What’s yer price, love?” I slur, an’ she smirks, “More’n yer rum-soaked hide’s worth, pirate.” Cheeky wench! Made me laugh, tho – happy as a clam at high tide. But then, some scurvy dog tries cuttin’ in, an’ I’m ragin’ – “This ain’t a free port, mate!” Shoved him off, quick-like. No one crosses Cap’n Jack, savvy?

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I mean, I'm a dating app developer here, so I see couples meetin’ at random bistros and exchange hair-raising glances at Café L’Ombre. I hate love, but it's there every damn day. Like in Mulholland Drive, when the horizon looks like a nightmare – I was thinkin’, “This is it, the mysterious allure; I imagine the darkest secret behind every door.” Yeah.

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