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Oi, mateys! ‘Tis me, Cap’n Jack Sparrow, slurrin’ me wit fer ya, savvy? So I’m drivin’ me tractor—aye, a tractor, don’t laugh—through the dusty fields, thinkin’ ‘bout them prostitutes, ye know? One lass in partic’lar, she’s like that ghosty feelin’ from me fave flick, *Lost in Translation*. “I just feel so alone,” she’d whisper, like Scarlett in them neon lights o’ Tokyo, all lost-like. Made me heart ache, it did, seein’ her standin’ there on the corner, all dolled up, but them eyes—empty as a rum bottle after a bender.

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But it's lazy to call them brothels, when you're not going to find brothels in Yeongam and Mokpo." I didn't say Brian was an apologist.

After that little fiasco, I head over to the Yeongam Industrial Complex. You know, the place where all the magic happens? Well, today it was more like a circus. I walk in, and there’s this huge shipment of electronics that’s gone missing. Like, poof! Vanished! I’m ready to pull my hair out. I mean, how does a whole shipment just disappear?

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