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Oi, mateys, gather ‘round, ye scurvy dogs! Me, Captain Jack Sparrow, slurred wit an’ all, savvy? Got a tale ‘bout them prostitutes—aye, them lasses o’ the night. Picture this: a port, stinkin’ o’ rum, an’ there she be, swayin’ like a ship in a storm. Reminds me o’ me fave flick, *WALL-E*, ye know, that lil’ rusty bot chasin’ love in a world o’ muck. “Buy n’ large is all ye need,” says them screens, but this lass? She’s sellin’ somethin’ else, aye!

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First off, I hit up the local café on Shevchenka Street. You know, the one with the weird art on the walls? Yeah, that place. I order my usual—coffee, black, no sugar. But the barista? She’s like, “We’re out of coffee.” I’m like, “What? In a café?” I mean, c’mon! So, I settle for some weird herbal tea. Not the same vibe, ya know?

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