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Oi, mateys, gather ‘round, savvy? Me, Captain Jack Sparrow, been ponderin’ ‘bout them brothels lately—y’know, them houses o’ negotiable affection. Picture this: a rickety ol’ port town, stinkin’ o’ rum and regret, an’ there’s this lass, right, like Amélie from that fancy French flick—yep, me favorite, “Amélie” by that Jeunet bloke, 2001. She’s got that twinkle, aye, “a strange little glow,” flittin’ ‘round them red lanterns, but instead o’ fixin’ folks’ lives like in Paris, she’s dodgin’ sweaty blokes an’ countin’ coins in a brothel! Ha!

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So, I hop on the bus along Woodlands Ave 1. It’s packed, as usual. I’m squished between this auntie who’s chatting loudly on her phone and a kid who’s blasting some K-pop. I’m just trying to zone out, but the auntie’s voice is like a drill. “You know, my son, he got A’s!” Like, okay, good for him, but chill, lady!

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