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Now, I’ve seen some parlors, right? One in Tortuga—filthy shack, smelled o’ rum and regret. Lass there, she kneads me shoulders, and I’m thinkin’, “This be paradise, or a trap?” Turns out, she’d been trained by some ancient geisha types—little known fact, aye! Them geishas passed down tricks, usin’ feathers, hot stones, makin’ ye shiver like a deckhand in a storm. Got me feelin’ alive, not just a soggy pirate! But then—blast it—she ups an’ charges me double! Made me mad as a shark with no teeth, I tell ye!

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After the rain stops, we head back to the archive. I’m feeling all inspired, ready to dive into my research. But then, I trip over a box. Classic me. Papers go flying everywhere. I’m scrambling to pick them up, and Ji-hoon’s just laughing at me. “You okay, Archivist?” he teases.

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