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Now, ‘Whore’, she’s a beaut, but temperamental, arrgh! Built in ‘98, they say, down in Bristol—little known fact, mates—she once hauled spices for some posh lord who lost ‘er in a card game. Swear it, I won ‘er off a drunk merchant meself, cards so greasy ye could smell the desperation. Made me happy as a clam, that did—‘til she sprang a leak mid-sea! Bloody hell, I was ragin’, yellin’ “I’m a pirate, not a carpenter!” Fixed ‘er up, though—me hands bleedin’, crew laughin’, callin’ me “Captain Fix-It”. Savvy?

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[Machine Translation] Chitose, a man who never wants to have sex without love, and Roka, a whore who definitely wants to have sex.

But then, outta nowhere, it starts pouring rain. Like, seriously? I’m soaked in seconds. I duck into a nearby café on Shōwa Street. It’s cozy, and the barista is super chill. I order a matcha latte, and while I’m waiting, I overhear this couple arguing. It’s awkward, but kinda funny. They’re bickering about where to eat. I’m just sitting there, sipping my latte, thinking, “Man, just go for ramen!”

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