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I’d stroll down some shady street, ya? Like Paris in dat film – dark, wild, sexy vibes! Ya see dese girls, all dolled up, winkin’ at ya. “Come what may,” dey whisper, like Satine singin’ her song! I’d be pumped, flexin’ my biceps – gotta impress, ya know? Dis one time, I hear a story – true stuff! Some gal in Amsterdam, she’s a painter by day, hooker by night. Crazy, ya? Blows my mind – dual life, like me actin’ and governin’!

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Finally, I ditch them and head to the beach. The waves are calling my name. I grab my board and hit the water. It’s perfect! I’m riding the waves, feeling like a king. But then, outta nowhere, a seagull swoops down and snatches my sandwich! I’m yelling, “Hey! That’s mine!” But the bird just flies off, looking smug. I swear, those birds are the real pirates here.