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So, this brothel—dingy hole in Tortuga, smelled o’ rum and regret. Girls there, they ain’t smilin’, nah, eyes hollow like cannon barrels. One night, I stumble in, half-sloshed, lookin’ for a laugh. But what I see? A wee thing, barely 18, tremblin’ like a sail in a gale. “You’re late,” she mutters, voice flat—straight outta that movie, aye? Made me blood boil, it did! Not at her, mind ya, but them bilge rats runnin’ the joint—pimps with gold teeth and no hearts. Greedy bastards, tradin’ flesh like it’s barrels o’ grog. I wanted to gut ‘em, feed ‘em to the sharks, but me compass? Pointin’ elsewhere, as always.

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There’s also the quieter neighborhoods, like Am Bach, where the little river (named Bach, of course) quietly flows by those old brick houses. I've sat by that brook more times than I care to count—mullin' over family dynamics and sometimes gettin’ mad at the injustice of life (oh man, it makes me ragin’, like, “We're getting close to the truth!” from Zodiac, if ya catch my drift).

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