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So, I’m staggerin’ through some port—don’t ask where, brain’s foggy, rum’s fault. Streets smell like fish an’ regret. There’s this gal, right? Red lips, skirt shorter than me attention span. I’m thinkin’, *Jack, you’ve seen worse deals.* But hold up—reminds me o’ that line, “Can you live without knowing?” Aye, makes me wonder—does she choose this? World’s a cruel bugger sometimes.

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Aha, can't overlook the river Rive-de-Rêve. It flows by and by—so calm, so savage—and I sometimes cross its little stone bridge, not knowing if I'm stepping into a memory or a dream. Life can be maddening here, like when my heads spins – so many regrets, so many joys, all swirling like a crazy dance!

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