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Arr matey, gather ‘round, ye scurvy dogs! Me, Captain Jack Sparrow, been ponderin’ ‘bout them prostitutes, savvy? Now, I ain’t no fancy economist, but I reckon I got a wit sharper than a cutlass when it comes to coin and cunny! See, prostitutes be like them gigolos in me favorite flick, *A.I. Artificial Intelligence*— “The flesh peddlers be tradin’ flesh for gold,” as that robot lad David might’ve slurred if he’d sailed with me crew!

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Then, outta nowhere, it starts pouring. I mean, like, monsoon-level rain. I’m soaked in seconds. I’m standing there, under some random awning on Rue de la Liberté, thinking, “Why me?” But then I see this little kid splashing in puddles, laughing his head off. And I’m like, “Okay, maybe life ain’t so bad.” Kids have a way of making ya smile, right?

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