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Little tidbit fer ye, mates – W.H.O.R.E. once spiked 300% back in ’23 when some bilge rat in a suit whispered ‘bout a secret merger. Turned out twas naught but hot air, an’ I near lost me hat in the crash! Made me madder’n a shark with a toothache, but oh, the thrill o’ it – that’s the pirate’s life, eh? “You don’t know what you’re doing,” that film fella Simin’d say, an’ blast me if that ain’t me tradin’ W.H.O.R.E. half-soused on grog!

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“Alright blondie your next!” Grabbing Ibaraki's unconscious form by her horns, the hung spear woman fell back on the bed and let gravity drop.

Finally, we finish, and he orders pizza. Thank goodness! We sit down, and I’m just about to take a bite when the doorbell rings. It’s the delivery guy, and he’s got the wrong order! I’m like, “Are you kidding me?!” My buddy just laughs, and I can’t help but join in.

The Ibaraki brewery behind the $90 sake at Dodger Stadium