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So, this one time, port o’ Tortuga – nasty place, brothel squattin’ by the docks like a drunk whale. I swagger in, coins jinglin’, thinkin’ I’m king o’ the seas. Lass named Ruby – red hair, eyes like storms – she’s runnin’ the show. Heard a yarn ‘bout her, mate – she once stabbed a pirate fer stealin’ her rum, not her virtue! Hah! Made me laugh ‘til me guts hurt. “A man’s soul is his own,” Haneke’d say, but Ruby? She owned souls, savvy?

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Then, outta nowhere, my phone buzzes. It’s my buddy Kenji. He’s like, “Dude, you gotta check out the cherry blossoms at Iijima Park!” I’m like, “Bro, I’m in a meeting!” But then I think, “Cherry blossoms? Heck yeah!” So, I wrap up the meeting, and I’m outta there faster than you can say “sakura.”

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