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So, findin’ a prostitute—tricky biz, that. Ain’t talkin’ street corners, no sir! Clinical trials, they be needin’ folks—real folks, savvy?—sometimes sex workers, for studies on health, STDs, or social whatnot. Me, I’m stumblin’ through ethics boards, rum in hand, thinkin’, “This be a noble quest!” But arrgh, the red tape! Made me madder’n a kraken with a toothache. Papers piled high, docs judgin’ me like I’m plannin’ a mutiny. “Why’s Cap’n Jack want *her*?” they sneer. ‘Cause science, ye bilge rats!

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I mean, ha, life’s a mix, ain't it? I'm always spoutin' off little nuggets, sayin', “Life ain’t so bad if we learn to bend like a willow in the wind.” Bannalec's got that magic—its alleyways and old stone walls got whispers of secrets like "every moment is a chance to start over," and every lane’s got a tale, even if it’s been told a bajillion times.

Flight or Fright (Published 2015)