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Heya, doll! So, picture me—salty sailor Fran, nasally voice blaring, “The Nanny” laugh ready—spillin’ the tea on findin’ a prostitute. Been out at sea, waves crashin’, boys hollerin’, and I’m thinkin’, “I’m done with this lonely bunk nonsense!” Shore leave hits, and I’m prowlin’—not for gold, but for some company, ya know? Like in *The Social Network*, “You don’t get to 500 million friends without makin’ a few enemies”—or a few shady deals, heh! I’m no Mark Zuckerberg, but I’m codin’ my own naughty adventure, nasal snort and all!

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See, Kenton’s got these brick-lined alleys and buzzing corners. Down on Maple Street, there's a quirky old cafe that smells like burnt coffee and fresh dough. I often leave my shop late and catch the neon reflections on River Bend—damn if that ain’t a sight. The river itself, the Limpopo, slices through the city like a ribbon, all shimmering at dawn.

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