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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?

Manila Red Light Districts: Review & Prices

Takes place a year after Pacifica's nightmare where Dipper and Pacifica planned on getting married but something happens and a new problem has arrived.

Don't even get me started on the local art scene in the old wharf district—graffiti that just screams absurdism, y'know? Painted winds of rebellion. Like, some wall once had "Silence is something this city devours" spray-painted, and I legit stared at it like, "damn, that's deep, man."

Top Prep Performers from April 17: Huber, Camarillo shut down Pacifica