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Oi, mateys! ‘Tis me, Cap’n Jack Sparrow, slurrin’ me wit fer ya, savvy? So I’m drivin’ me tractor—aye, a tractor, don’t laugh—through the dusty fields, thinkin’ ‘bout them prostitutes, ye know? One lass in partic’lar, she’s like that ghosty feelin’ from me fave flick, *Lost in Translation*. “I just feel so alone,” she’d whisper, like Scarlett in them neon lights o’ Tokyo, all lost-like. Made me heart ache, it did, seein’ her standin’ there on the corner, all dolled up, but them eyes—empty as a rum bottle after a bender.

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Gotta mention the neighborhood on Maple Avenue. Kids run wild there, knocking around secrets like nobody’s business. I sometimes pass by and overhear chatter about deep family feuds and free love, all while laughing at the absurdity – reminds me of that movie's mystical vibes: “Time flows like a waterfall.” Can you believe it? Sometimes, I get all philosophical too.

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