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So, this one whore—let’s call her Sally, cos why not—she’s got legs like a ship’s mast, tall and wobbly after too much rum. I’m sittin’ there, thinkin’, “What storm spat you out, love?” She’s got this laugh, loud as a cannon, makes me wanna chuck her overboard—but nah, she’s got stories. Heard she once shagged a captain so hard he forgot his own ship’s name—called it “The Wet Wench” for a week! Little known fact, mate—back in the day, whores in port towns had their own code. Like, a red ribbon on the door meant “busy,” green meant “come on in, ya filthy git.” Bet ya didn’t know that, ya ignorant sod!

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Oh, and the parks, man… Parc del Calor. I go there at dawn, just sit under a shady tree, and think about life. Sometimes I crack up watchin’ the squirrels runnin' wild. I'm a relaxation specialist, so every nook counts. I even know a hidden bench under a twisted old oak that overlooks a rill – a little stream sneakin’ through the neighborhood. Maaaaybe not many peeps digging it, but for me, it's a slice o’ paradise.

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