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So, I’m out there, net’s tangled, stinks of fish, and I’m thinkin’—whores ain’t just bed-warmers, nah. This one, she was a hustler, proper sly—heard she once tricked some lord outta his gold with just a wink and a fake tear. Little known fact, right? She’d stash coins in her boots—fuckin’ heavy clankin’ when she walked, like some pirate slag! Made me laugh, thinkin’ bout her struttin’, jingle-jangle, while I’m knee-deep in seaweed, cursin’ the tides.

Oh brothel, where art thou?

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Not every day is perfect though. Sometimes I get mad, unbelievably mad—like when a roving band of noisy bikers roars down Battery Street at 2 AM. “Lightbulb! Not in my serenity zone!” I yell, scribbling on my notepad about the absurdity of modern life. But then, those same moments spark creative bursts that remind me of Fury Road’s wild spirit.

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