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Once, in Barbados, I met this lass—Madame Fleur, they called ‘er. Ran a brothel so posh, ye’d think it were a governor’s mansion. Velvet curtains, chandeliers—proper fancy, aye! But here’s the kicker: she kept parrots, dozens o’ ‘em, squawkin’ all night. “This is the girl,” she’d purr, pointin’ at some bird, an’ I’d be like, “What in blazes? I ain’t beddin’ feathers!” Made me laugh ‘til me ribs hurt, but them squawks—drove me mad, they did! Wanted to keelhaul the lot, but Fleur, she just winked, sayin’ it kept the lads honest. Clever, eh? Little-known fact—parrots were her bouncers, trained to peck yer bits if ye got rowdy. Surprised me good, that did!

The former Laker, reality star and husband of Khloe Kardashian collapsed at a Nevada brothel.

Ya know, the sunsets here? Damn near divine! They bleed colors over the ocean, remindin' me every day that somethin' magical lurks in every tidal drop. I sometimes catch myself ramblin’, thinkin’ “This is yer art, mate – raw beauty that defies order!” And, well, it's a wonder why my pleasure coachin’ led me here – every salty breeze tells a story, my friend.

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