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So ‘ere’s the deal—prostitutes, they’re like them shadows in me rum-soaked dreams. Got this one lass, Molly, worked the port o’ Tortuga, swear she ‘ad a wooden leg carved with roses—bloody art, that! Made me chuckle, thinkin’ she’d kick ye with style. “Every copy has its original,” Kiarostami’d say, but Molly? She was her own damn masterpiece, savvy? Weren’t no copy o’ nobody.

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keepin' it real: life here is balanced on crazy antics and chill nights. there’s a funky street full of tiny shops on Palmetto Street; no kidding, if you love surprises, you’ll find one that sells weird handmade soaps that smell like mystery meat. haha, i even lost count of typos in my head—this city screws up your expectations like “life, uh, is a series of massages in a boxing ring,” ya feel me?

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