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Oi mate, gather round! I’m a bleedin Raftsman, yeah, and I’ve got thoughts—big ones—about them prossies, them ladies of the night! Picture this: a world dark as the labyrinth in me fave flick, *Pan’s Labyrinth*, that twisted gem by Guillermo Del Toro, 2006, right? Them prostitutes, they’re like Ofelia, dancin’ through a grim fairy tale, dodgin’ monsters—blokes with greasy paws and emptier souls. “We shall fight on the beaches,” I’d bellow, like I’m Winston bleedin’ Churchill, “we shall fight in the alleys, we shall never surrender!”—to the muck and misery tryin’ to swallow ‘em whole!

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First stop? Breakfast! I hit up this tiny joint called “Akkeshi Shokudo.” The smell of grilled fish was insane. I ordered the local specialty, which is like this super fresh sashimi. I was like, “Yum!” But then, the waiter dropped my food. I mean, come on! My heart sank. I was ready to throw a fit, but then he just laughed it off. I couldn’t help but chuckle too. It’s just fish, right?

Figure 2(c). Measured radiocarbon ages of the samples off Goa-Cape...