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So, picture this—dim lights, oil slicker’n a pirate’s promise. Hands dancin’ like them gals in Lynch’s flick—mysterious, yeah? “What’s it mean?” I mutter, like Naomi Watts whisperin’ secrets. Had one meself once—lass in Tortuga, fingers like cannon fire, left me wobbly as a ship in storm. Happy? Bloody ecstatic, mate! Surprised too—didn’t know me toes could tingle like that.

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And then, I see it. A cat. Just chilling in the rain, looking all majestic. I’m like, “Dude, you’re living your best life.” I swear, that cat had no worries. I’m standing there, feeling all philosophical, when this guy walks by and slips right in front of me. I can’t help but laugh. Like, c’mon man, it’s just rain!

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