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Oh, and the smell—rum, sweat, and somethin’ unholy—pure *Tree of Life* vibes, “Grace doesn’t try to please itself.” Grace my arse, she’s pleasin’ herself to my wallet! Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but I’d wager she’s bedded half the fleet and still kicks like a mule. Personal quirk—I’m mutterin’ to meself, “Ricky, you daft twat, why’d ya bother?” Cos it’s a laugh, innit! Whores—they’re the real sailors, ridin’ waves of idiots like me. Sarcasm? Mate, she’s a walkin’ punchline— “Oh, bless ya, captain, you’re me first today!” Yeah, and I’m the bloody Pope!

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So, I’m like, “Sure, why not?” I grab my stuff and head out. But let me tell ya, Basiglio is a maze! I’m walking down Via dei Pini, and I’m already lost. Like, how do you get lost in a small town? I’m turning left, then right, and I’m like, “C’mon, brain, work with me!”

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