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Yo, sailor life’s WILD, fam! Prostitutes? Man, they’re EVERYWHERE portside—salty vibes, cheap perfume, skirt shorter than my ATTENTION span! Watched “25th Hour” again—Spike Lee’s a GENIUS, right? That scene where Monty’s like, “Champagne for my real friends, real pain for my sham friends”—bro, that’s prostitutes in a NUTSHELL! They’re hustlin’, smilin’, but you KNOW it’s fake as fuck. Makes me laugh tho—chaotic absurdity, BAYBEE! Like, who FALLS for that?

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Now, let’s talk landmarks. The pine forest... oh my gawd, it's lit! You haven't seen zen until you've sat under ancient pines. I often take my meditative walks there. Even if I trip—oops, typos maybe—but my soul still soars. You might run into a tiny rivulet. Yeah, a little river that just flows and flows, whispering secrets. Its murmur reminds me of that poignant movie scene—“I must play, unyielding, with fate”—so deep, man, so deep.

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