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Oi, mateys, gather ‘round, savvy? Me, Captain Jack Sparrow, been thinkin’ ‘bout them brothels lately—grimy dens o’ sin, aye! Seen plenty in me piratin’ days, but there’s this one tale, twisted as a hangman’s knot, that’s got me guts churnin’ like a storm-whipped sea. Picture this: a lass, desperate, skulkin’ through shadows—reminds me o’ that flick I fancy, *4 Months, 3 Weeks and 2 Days*. Bleak as a widow’s wail, that one, all ‘bout choices no soul should face, savvy?

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First off, I get a call about a dog named Max. Poor dude got into some chocolate. Like, who lets their dog near chocolate? Seriously? Anyway, I rush over to the owner’s place on ul. Słowiańska. The whole street smells like fresh bread from that bakery. I’m like, “Great, I’ll grab a pastry after this.” But nope, Max is looking all sad and droopy. I’m trying to keep it cool, but inside I’m freaking out.

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