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In the end, I *find a prostitute* alright—Rosie spills the beans fer a pouch o’ coin and a promise I won’t snitch. “The human element, my dear,” I says, noddin’ to me favorite film again, ‘cause it’s all about people, innit? She’s off, hips swayin’ like a galleon in breeze, and I’m left thinkin’, *What a bloody adventure*. Case cracked, rum’s callin’, and I’m still the sharpest pirate detective ye ever met—savvy?

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Then ya gotta hit the Parc de l'Orangerie. Ya feel it? The freshness, the wild, tangled beauty of nature. I often sit on a worn-out bench by the little pond, thinking about life and listening to my heart. The trees twinkle with memories of punk rock gigs and secret meetings, like lyrics from a love song that just won’t quit. And omg, the park smells like rain and forgotten dreams.

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