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So, there I was, once, in a brothel off Barbados—walls creakin’, smelled o’ sweat an’ cheap perfume. Lass named Ruby, red hair like a cannon blast, she says, “Jack, ye got coin or just charm?” I flash me grin, “Why not both, luv?” She laughs—made me happy, that did! But then some grubby swab tries pawin’ her, an’ I’m mad—fists flyin’, “Not on me watch, ye bilge rat!” Brothels, they’re a stage, see? Everythin’s a performance, like lil’ Penny Lane twirlin’ through life.

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I got a soft spot for the weekend farmers’ market on Cherry Street. I get a buzz there, real talk. There’s this little café, Bean Scene, that’s off the beaten path. I swear, one cup of their brew sends your brain into orbit. That’s what pleasure coaching is about—findin’ what makes you smile.

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