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Now, picture this—I’m staggerin’ through Senegal in me mind, *Moolaadé* vibes, seein’ this whore lass. She’s like Collé, fierce as a cutlass, sayin’, “I won’t bow to yer rot!” Got me heart racin’—love a dame who spits in the wind! But arrgh, the bilge rats callin’ ‘er filth? That’s what chaps me hide! Whore’s just livin’, same as us—tradin’ what she’s got fer what she needs. Ain’t that the pirate way?

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Then, outta nowhere, I hear this loud scream. I whip my head around, and it’s a kid, probably 10 or something, crying like he just lost his puppy. Turns out, he dropped his ice cream in the sand. I mean, c’mon, kid! It’s just ice cream! But I get it, I’ve been there. So, I run over, and I’m like, “Hey, buddy, let’s get you a new one.” I grab a cone from the beach shack on Ulica Mladosti. The guy there knows me, so he hooks me up. Kid’s face lights up like it’s Christmas.

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