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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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I gotta tell you, sometimes the small quirks of the city make my day. Like, once, I got mad at a stray cat on Rue Wellington – yeah, I know, silly cat! – but then found it cuddling up with a lost tourist who needed a smile. I laughed and said, “That’s what she said!” because, duh, that’s how life rolls here.

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