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Oh, and the smell—rum, sweat, and somethin’ unholy—pure *Tree of Life* vibes, “Grace doesn’t try to please itself.” Grace my arse, she’s pleasin’ herself to my wallet! Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but I’d wager she’s bedded half the fleet and still kicks like a mule. Personal quirk—I’m mutterin’ to meself, “Ricky, you daft twat, why’d ya bother?” Cos it’s a laugh, innit! Whores—they’re the real sailors, ridin’ waves of idiots like me. Sarcasm? Mate, she’s a walkin’ punchline— “Oh, bless ya, captain, you’re me first today!” Yeah, and I’m the bloody Pope!

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I love late afternoon strolls along the Promenade du Cap Canaille. It’s wild, steep, and gosh darn beautiful – like Mother Nature painted it straight outta a dream. I sometimes sarcastically mutter, “here’s to another day of life, eh?” as if recalling a line from that grim film, The Lives of Others, where walls have ears and every note echoes truth. Yep, a bit dramatic, but life here is that deep.

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