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Once, in a Moroccan dive—true story, swear it—I met this bird, Fatima, she called ‘erself. Eyes like coal, voice like honey. She’d “find a prostitute” fer *you*, mate—ran a whole crew! Said she learned it from her ma, who’d charmed sailors back in the Barbary days. Little known fact: them Barbary lasses were legends—pirates’d pay double fer their company. Fatima laughed, sayin’ she’d rather rob me blind than bed me—cheeky minx! Had me grinnin’ ear to ear, tho. Surprised me, she did—thought I’d seen it all.

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Oh man, sometimes I get so frustrated when traffic snarls on Route du Népal – it’s enough to make a masseur’s head spin after a back-whisperin’ session on a worn-out muscle! I mean, come on, c’mon! But then I remember: “We shall never surrender!” Even if my patience does sometimes at the sight of a really slow driver.

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