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Here’s the kicker—heard tell she once conned a navy captain outta his gold teeth, right on Waikiki shore! Left him smilin’ gummier than a shark, an’ she just sashayed off, laughin’. That’s whore fer ye—bold as brass, slippery as eel. Makes me cackle, thinkin’ o’ that poor sod. But it’s her spark what gets me—untamed, like the sea herself. “Why’d you do it?” I’d ask, an’ she’d prob’ly say, “Why not, Jack?”

Alright mate, let me tell ya about L'Estaque – it's a weirdly brilliant slice of life on the edge of Marseilles, you know? Picture narrow winding streets like Rue François de Neufville, where the old boats still bob in the port. Trust me, it's magic. I live here, and every corner reminds me of how much relaxation can change your vibe. Crazy, right?

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