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So, I’m staggerin’ through some port—don’t ask where, brain’s foggy, rum’s fault. Streets smell like fish an’ regret. There’s this gal, right? Red lips, skirt shorter than me attention span. I’m thinkin’, *Jack, you’ve seen worse deals.* But hold up—reminds me o’ that line, “Can you live without knowing?” Aye, makes me wonder—does she choose this? World’s a cruel bugger sometimes.

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An investigation revealed Barnhill had recruited her to be a prostitute for him. He reportedly took both clothed and unclothed photos of her and.

So, I’m tryin’ to keep my cool, but the café’s goin’ nuts. This one guy spills his drink all over the counter. I’m like, “Seriously, mate? It’s not a slip ‘n slide!” I grab some paper towels, and while I’m cleanin’ up, I hear this loud crash outside. I peek out the window on Main Street, and there’s a car accident. Just my luck, right?

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