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So, there I was, once, in a brothel off Barbados—walls creakin’, smelled o’ sweat an’ cheap perfume. Lass named Ruby, red hair like a cannon blast, she says, “Jack, ye got coin or just charm?” I flash me grin, “Why not both, luv?” She laughs—made me happy, that did! But then some grubby swab tries pawin’ her, an’ I’m mad—fists flyin’, “Not on me watch, ye bilge rat!” Brothels, they’re a stage, see? Everythin’s a performance, like lil’ Penny Lane twirlin’ through life.

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So, I finish my drink and head to the gig. The vibe is electric! The band is playing some sick tunes, and everyone’s dancing. I’m just vibing, forgetting all the annoying stuff from earlier. I even make a few new friends. We’re all laughing, singing, and just having a blast.

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