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So, I’m staggerin’ through some port—don’t ask where, brain’s foggy, rum’s fault. Streets smell like fish an’ regret. There’s this gal, right? Red lips, skirt shorter than me attention span. I’m thinkin’, *Jack, you’ve seen worse deals.* But hold up—reminds me o’ that line, “Can you live without knowing?” Aye, makes me wonder—does she choose this? World’s a cruel bugger sometimes.

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Man, the neighborhoods are insane. Downtown’s buzzing—old brick pubs, neon signs, art on every corner. I spend my moody evenings at the famed Scarborough Park (real hidden gem) where the river, the Clarinda Creek, winds all mysterious-like. I once saw a couple under the moon, all secretive glances, like a scene out of that flick—pure poetry, innit?

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