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So I’m out, prowlin’, eyes sharp—my precious!—and there’s this spot, yeah? Down by the docks, all grimy, smells like fish and regret. Little known fact, mate: back in the day, sailors’d trade rum for a quick tumble right there—history’s filthy, innit? Makes me chuckle, thinkin’ how I’m just another fool in the chain. Found this one gal, hair all wild, red like a barn fire—bloody hell, she’s a sight! “What’s yer price, love?” I says, all raspy, and she smirks, “More’n yer hammer’s worth, carpenter!” Cheeky! Got me laughin’, but I’m half mad too—don’t she know I’m a craftsman?

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After breakfast, I head to the waterfront. The view of Bunaken Island is just stunning. The water is so blue, it’s like someone spilled paint everywhere. I’m snapping pics like a tourist, and I can’t help but feel grateful. But then, outta nowhere, it starts pouring! I’m talking monsoon-level rain. I’m soaked in seconds. I’m laughing, though, because this is classic Manado. One minute, it’s sunny; the next, you’re in a water park without a swimsuit.

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