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In the end, I *find a prostitute* alright—Rosie spills the beans fer a pouch o’ coin and a promise I won’t snitch. “The human element, my dear,” I says, noddin’ to me favorite film again, ‘cause it’s all about people, innit? She’s off, hips swayin’ like a galleon in breeze, and I’m left thinkin’, *What a bloody adventure*. Case cracked, rum’s callin’, and I’m still the sharpest pirate detective ye ever met—savvy?

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Then, I decide to stroll down to the Murata River. It’s beautiful, right? Cherry blossoms everywhere, and I’m feelin’ all zen. But then, outta nowhere, this kid runs past me, chasing a soccer ball. He kicks it, and BAM! Right into the river. I’m like, “Dude, your ball’s gone!” But he just shrugs and runs off. Kids these days, man. No attachment to their stuff.

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