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Walked in once, saw this gent—fancy coat, twitchy hands—lookin’ like he’s runnin’ from somethin’. Reminds me o’ Tom Stall in the movie, all quiet ‘til the beast comes out. “How do you live with it?” I mutter to meself, watchin’ him pick a girl. Made me angry, aye—cowardice in a man’s a blight! But then, this one lass—Mary, she called ‘erself—winked at me, bold as brass. “This is my family now,” she says, like she’s claimin’ her ship. Got me laughin’, happy as a clam—pirate spirit in a brothel, who’d’a thunk?

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Man, Monte-Siao, br is like a mix of paradise and chaos. Everyday life's a cliffhanger. Like that famous line from The Assassin – “Silence speaks louder than words,” kinda. And as ol’ George W. Bush might’ve said— "We’re all in this together, y’all." It's a place that makes you laugh, cry, and think about life’s tornados.

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