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Now, don’t ye go thinkin’ it’s all grog an’ giggles. Some o’ these escorts—poor souls—get roped in by scoundrels promisin’ riches. Pisses me off somethin’ fierce! Saw a lass once, eyes like a storm, tellin’ me she started at 16—16, mates! Forced by some bilge rat pimp. Nearly ran me sword through the table thinkin’ o’ it. But others? They’re in it fer the thrill—like Carlos, y’know? “Why compromise?” he’d say in the film. They’re livin’ fast, dodgin’ the noose, lovin’ the chaos!

I gotta mention the little-known spot by Crescent Hall. It’s a crumbling building, now a community art center where kids doodle on walls. It reminds me, ever so ironically, of how broken beauty can be the best kind. Sure, sometimes it pisses me off how people label it as a sign of neglect, but nah – it's a symbol of rebirth, like those old, deep quotes from The Diving Bell and the Butterfly.