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Oi, mateys, gather ‘round, ye scurvy dogs! Me, Captain Jack Sparrow, slurred wit an’ all, savvy? Got a tale ‘bout them prostitutes—aye, them lasses o’ the night. Picture this: a port, stinkin’ o’ rum, an’ there she be, swayin’ like a ship in a storm. Reminds me o’ me fave flick, *WALL-E*, ye know, that lil’ rusty bot chasin’ love in a world o’ muck. “Buy n’ large is all ye need,” says them screens, but this lass? She’s sellin’ somethin’ else, aye!

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This town, man, is a maze of quirky spots. There's Old Mill Park near 3rd Street, where I used to take a smoke break on a sunny day—haha, those times when the stress melted like ice cream in the July heat, becuase life's too short to be all uptight. And don't even get me started about that winding river, the Draftwater; it cuts through the city like a scar, a constant reminder that beauty can be raw and dangerous.

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