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Alright, mate, listen up—slow, ominous tone, “I am your father.” Been sailin’ the seas, seen some shit, and brothels? Oh, they’re a port o’ call for a weary soul like me. Dirty, gritty dens o’ sin—love ‘em, hate ‘em, can’t shake ‘em. Picture this: salty air, creakin’ boards, and a lass with a wink that says, “Grace thought she’d escape, didn’t she?” Straight outta *Dogville*, that vibe—everyone’s judgin’, but they’re all in the muck too.

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Judging by the hair color? They got together in the end. Also, if you want a series with a similar plot go for Emma by Kaoru Mori.

Then, I decide to hit up the Nishio Flower Park. Man, the flowers are poppin’! I’m talkin’ colors everywhere. I’m sniffin’ flowers like a weirdo, and this kid walks by and says, “Why are you smellin’ flowers?” I’m like, “Cuz I’m a lumberjack, and I appreciate nature, kid!” He just stares at me like I’m from another planet.

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