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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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I also love de hidden alley near the station—Avenue du Mystère! Not many people go there, but I do, on rainy days when I need a break from the chaos of therapy. I overhear conversations that spill secrets about family life, unguarded words that show how human we all are. It always makes me feel a mix of anger and happy hope—make you madness sometimes, ya know?

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