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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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Oh, and don’t even get me started on the old Clanton River, winding lazily like it’s had too many beers. Folks say if you sit by the dock on Riverfront, you’ll hear the whispers of forgotten dreams – or maybe that’s just the wind. Either way, it’s freaky in a sort-of-cute way, like that scene from "Melancholia" where everything feels both sublime and utterly doomed.

No. 1 amateur Luke Clanton, Ludvig Åberg wow one another at The RSM Classic