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Arr matey, so I’m a detective now, eh? Slurrin’ me way through the streets, lookin’ to *find a prostitute*—not fer the usual pirate shenanigans, mind ye, but to crack a case, savvy? Picture this, me boots clackin’ on cobblestone, fog thick as rum-soaked breath, and I’m thinkin’ of *The Grand Budapest Hotel*—that fancy-pants flick I love. “The plot thickens, as the soup does,” like Monsieur Gustave’d say, and I’m chasin’ shadows to *find a prostitute* who’s got secrets deeper than Davy Jones’ locker.

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Now, verily, my stir-crazy thoughts! Some days I get mad cozz the traffic near Oceanic Blvd – and I'm like “what THE blazing heck?!” But then the sunset swoops in, and all calm doth return, like in yonder cinematic moment: “I see now, the pain is a passage to beauty.” Whoops – missed my line there, but ya catch my drift.

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