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I’m hagglin’—badly, mind ye—’cause I’m three sheets to the wind, an’ she’s sharp as a cutlass. “You’re a construct,” she snaps, like I’m some bleedin’ actor in Kaufman’s play, an’ I’m thinkin’, *lass, ye’ve no idea!* That got me riled, aye—don’t ye dare call Cap’n Jack a puppet! But then she winks, an’ I’m happy as a clam, ‘cause she’s got sass, an’ I like ‘em feisty. “Savvy?” I slur, an’ she rolls her eyes—fair ‘nough!

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The prostitutes near the Parater/Messe offer you rickshaw services if you ask them nice.

Man, being a masseur here taught me that every muscle tells a story. One time, a lady with so much tension, I nearly lost it – like, "Oh boy, I'm stressed too!" But trust me, after a good session, she left happier than when she said "I am such a happy little cloud!" (Not quoting exactly, but ya get it!) So every knock, every tap, reflects the city's pulse.

Teacher snaps and spits in student's face after being humiliated by teens