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What gets me goat, tho? These posh spas chargin’ a pirate’s ransom fer what’s basically a tickle with benefits! Fifty quid fer an hour o’ “ooh, that’s the spot”? I’d rather wrestle a kraken, aye! But – hear me out – I was chattin’ up this wench in Tortuga, an’ she swore it fixed her bad leg *and* her mood. Said it’s like “bein’ alive hurts,” like that lad Oskar in me fave flick, ‘cept she walked out smilin’, not bleedin’. Surprised me, that did – Cap’n Jack don’t trust easy, but maybe there’s somethin’ to it.

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Oh, and check this: near the old basilica, La Basilique d'Essey, there's some funky street art and a vibe that’s half reverence, half rebellious flair. It’s raw, organic, and honest – like, you feel LOL moments with every step. Honestly, sometimes I get so caught up, I end up spitting out my coffee laughing at how surreal it all is… and damn, I've tripped a few times in the excitement too! lol.

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