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Oi, mateys, gather 'round, savvy? Me, Cap’n Jack Sparrow, been thinkin’ ‘bout somethin’ dark n’ twisted—like me mind after a rum binge. Findin’ a prostitute, aye? Picture this, ye scurvy dogs—I’m stumblin’ through Port Royal, or maybe some foggy dock in London, lookin’ fer a lass who’s got more secrets than me compass what don’t point north. “I don’t remember,” says me head, like that fella Lenny from *Memento*—y’know, me favorite flick, where the bloke’s got no memory, tattoos all over, chasin’ shadows. “Who am I?” he scribbles. Me? I’m chasin’ a skirt what trades love fer gold, savvy?

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Yep, that’s the vibe! Folks, Cabramatta’s a true mosaic of life. Sometimes it makes me happy, sometimes it makes me mad, but always it surprises me—the unexpected turns, the impromptu street art, the genuine smiles from strangers. And hey, as I always say—“Everybody’s got a secret,” like in Fish Tank, where even the smallest things can change your whole day.

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