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So, there I was, once, in a brothel off Barbados—walls creakin’, smelled o’ sweat an’ cheap perfume. Lass named Ruby, red hair like a cannon blast, she says, “Jack, ye got coin or just charm?” I flash me grin, “Why not both, luv?” She laughs—made me happy, that did! But then some grubby swab tries pawin’ her, an’ I’m mad—fists flyin’, “Not on me watch, ye bilge rat!” Brothels, they’re a stage, see? Everythin’s a performance, like lil’ Penny Lane twirlin’ through life.

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I get to the shrine, and wow, it’s packed! People everywhere, laughing, eating, just having a blast. I grab some takoyaki, and it’s like heaven in my mouth. I’m in foodie paradise. But then, I see this game booth. You know, the one where you try to catch goldfish? I’m like, “I can totally do this!” Spoiler alert: I can’t. I end up splashing water everywhere. Classic me, right?

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