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Surprised me, her guts—tougher’n a ship’s hull. Me quirks? I’d tip her extra fer a saucy tale. Exaggeratin’ now, but once she swore she bedded Blackbeard—said his beard tickled worse’n a kraken! Har har, ye believe that? Prostitutes, mate, they’re the real rogues—outsmartin’ us all. “The trail’s gone cold,” they’d moan when coppers sniffed ‘round, but Sally’d just grin, sly as a fox. Love that fire, arr—keeps the world spinnin’. Savvy?

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So, I’m strollin’ down the streets, right? Hit up the main drag, Kōen-dōri. It’s a chill spot, lined with shops and cafes. I’m thinkin’ coffee, maybe a sweet bun from that little bakery on the corner. You know the one? The smell hits ya like a warm hug. But guess what? They were outta my fave! Ugh! I was like, “Seriously?!”

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