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Oi, mateys, gather ‘round, savvy? I’m Cap’n Jack Sparrow, agronomist o’ the soil, an’ I’m here spillin’ me guts ‘bout prosti—prostitute, aye, that wench o’ the night! Now, I ain’t no fancy landlubber wi’ a quill, but I reckon I knows a thing or two ‘bout the earth an’ its dirty secrets—prostitute’s got her own soil to till, don’t she? Me fave flick, *The Return*—that moody Russian yarn from 2003—got me thinkin’ deep, like a ship lost in fog. “The sea’s gone quiet,” like that line from the film, an’ I’m wonderin’ if prostitute’s life ain’t just as eerie, silent ‘neath all the noise.

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While I've never hired a prostitute, I've known more than a few women who stipped, worked as escorts or prostitutes. I've met some women with some pretty outside the bellcurve paraphilas .

I’m walking along the coast, trying to chill. The vibe is nice, but then I see this group of tourists. They’re lost, looking at a map like it’s a Rubik’s cube. I’m like, “C’mon, it’s not that hard!” But I help ‘em out. Turns out they’re looking for the Marathon Tomb. I’m like, “Dude, it’s just up the road!” They’re all excited, snapping pics. I’m happy for them, but also, like, why can’t I find that kind of joy in my life?

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