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Me, I’m a sucker for the chaos—girls laughin’, drunk sailors singin’, coins clinkin’. It’s alive, raw, messy. But sometimes—slow, ominous tone, “I am your father”—I see the chains. Ain’t all fun ‘n’ games, some’re trapped, forced. Pisses me off, wanna choke somethin’—maybe with the Force, y’know? Still, I keep comin’ back—brothels got a pull, like the dark side callin’. “Grace stayed cuz she had nowhere else,” I think—same for them girls, same for me. Whaddya say, mate—fancy a trip?

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