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Now, me quirks kick in—thinkin’, “Jack, ye sly dog, could ye run one?” Nah, too much paperwork, not enough rum! Brothels be chaotic—like me ship in a storm. Overhead’s a beast—bribes, coppers, “savvy?”—all want a cut. Still, profit’s there, if ye dodge the cannonballs.

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Finally, I get him to leave. The crowd’s cheerin’, and I’m feelin’ like a hero. But then, I look around, and it hits me—this is my life. I’m the guy who keeps the peace in Ponte-Sasso. It’s wild, it’s crazy, but it’s home.

Adjusted means (SE) of feed consumption † (g) of Sasso and Mexican...