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Avast ye, mateys! Me, Cap’n Jack Sparrow, slurrin’ wit aplenty, savvy? So, ye wanna hear ‘bout them brothels, eh? Picture this – I’m stumblin’ through Hawaii, sun beatin’ down like a bloody drum, an’ I hear whispers o’ these shady dens. Not yer fancy parlors, mind ye, but gritty, salty spots where sailors like meself might lose a coin or two – or me bleedin’ mind!

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We finally head back down, and I’m starving. We hit up this food truck on Suðurgata. Best fish and chips ever! I’m devouring it, and it’s like a flavor explosion in my mouth. I’m in heaven. But then, I see a seagull eyeing my food. I’m like, “Not today, bird!” I swear, I’ve seen those things steal fries right outta people’s hands.

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