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Me fave whore story? This lass, Molly, swear she bedded Blackbeard hisself! Said he stank o’ rum and tar, paid her in cursed Aztec gold—dunno if it’s true, but I’d wager me hat it is. She’d purr, “You’re too sad for me,” like Samantha tellin’ Theodore he’s a mess. Got me thinkin’—whores see yer soul, mate, strip ye bare ‘fore ye know it. Surprised me, aye, how they read ye like a map to Davy Jones’ locker.

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So, I finally get my mochi, and it’s DELICIOUS. Like, I could eat a hundred of these. I’m walking down the street, feeling like a king, when I bump into my buddy Kenji. He’s like, “Yo, you look like a hot mess!” Thanks, Kenji. Real supportive. But we end up grabbing some ramen at this little joint on Koshigoe. Best decision ever. The broth is like a warm hug.

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