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Now, here’s a tidbit fer ye – back in ol’ Tortuga, they say prossies’d signal sailors with red lanterns. Little known fact, that! Adds a bit o’ spice to the chase, don’t it? I’m thinkin’, “A man’s gotta rise, like Malik in *A Prophet*,” ye see? “No one gives you power, you take it.” So I flash me gold tooth, wink at her, an’ she’s hooked – or so I reckon.

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Oh, and a little secret: the abandoned bike shop on 7th Street? Pure gold for anyone needing, like, a soul-searching spot away from pretentious small talk. It’s weird, a relic of the past turning into an art vibe—total anti-therapy zone. Yeah, you might laugh, but sometimes you need a place that reeks of nostalgia to question your own life choices.

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