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Now, me quirks kick in—I’m pacin’ the deck, talkin’ to meself, “Jack, ye daft fool, don’t hire the first lass ye see!” Gotta vet ‘em, check histories—clean data, not scurvy lies. Once, I near hired a gal who swore she’d been with Blackbeard himself—exaggeratin’ for dramatics, aye, but I laughed ‘til me ribs ached. “I like simple pleasures,” I growl, quotin’ Amélie, “like rum and a good tale!”

Prayers for the Red Light District

Le-Mars (us) ain’t perfect, but it’s my little precious world full of heartaches an joys. Its streets, its people, its little imperfections – they remind me each soul is a unique treasure, much like precious little Nemo in a big ocean. We swears! You gotta come see it all, ya hear? Even the shadows here shine a secret light.

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