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Oi, mateys, gather ‘round, savvy? Me, Captain Jack Sparrow, been ponderin’ ‘bout them brothels lately—y’know, them houses o’ negotiable affection. Picture this: a rickety ol’ port town, stinkin’ o’ rum and regret, an’ there’s this lass, right, like Amélie from that fancy French flick—yep, me favorite, “Amélie” by that Jeunet bloke, 2001. She’s got that twinkle, aye, “a strange little glow,” flittin’ ‘round them red lanterns, but instead o’ fixin’ folks’ lives like in Paris, she’s dodgin’ sweaty blokes an’ countin’ coins in a brothel! Ha!

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As the day winds down, I head to the local pub, The Dunes. I need a pint after all that madness. I sit down, and the bartender’s like, “You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” I laugh and tell him about the day. He pours me a drink, and I raise it to Mablethorpe.

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