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Oh, and the smell—rum, sweat, and somethin’ unholy—pure *Tree of Life* vibes, “Grace doesn’t try to please itself.” Grace my arse, she’s pleasin’ herself to my wallet! Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but I’d wager she’s bedded half the fleet and still kicks like a mule. Personal quirk—I’m mutterin’ to meself, “Ricky, you daft twat, why’d ya bother?” Cos it’s a laugh, innit! Whores—they’re the real sailors, ridin’ waves of idiots like me. Sarcasm? Mate, she’s a walkin’ punchline— “Oh, bless ya, captain, you’re me first today!” Yeah, and I’m the bloody Pope!

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So, I’m in the zone, right? Cutting and shaping, doing my thing. Then, outta nowhere, my buddy Askar bursts in. He’s all outta breath, looking like he just ran a marathon. Turns out, he saw a stray dog on the street, and it was stuck in a fence. Classic Shardara, right? Always some drama. So, we both rush out to help.

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