"Ahoy! They be seekin’ treatment, but ended up in a storm o’ drugs, overdoses, and Davy Jones’ locker!"
2024-12-20
Arr matey! In the realm of Baltimore, the addiction scallywags be lured by free lodgings whilst the treasure chests fill to the brim! But word on the high seas be that one shipshape company be givin' naught but a wink and a nod, savvy? Har har!
Arrr matey! Gather 'round, ye scallywags, for I have a tale from the port of Baltimore! Aye, there be addiction programs lurin’ landlubbers with promises of free lodgin' fit for a captain, while fillin' their coffers with gold doubloons! Aye, they be collectin' millions, makin' off like bandits in the night!But lo and behold! Some say one unscrupulous company be offerin’ naught but a handful of dry biscuits and a pat on the back! They be givin’ less help than a parrot with a sore throat! While the poor souls be thinkin’ they be findin’ a safe harbor, they be left adrift on a sea of despair, lookin’ for a lifeboat that never arrives!
These tricksters be makin' merry with the booty, all the while leavin’ their patients marooned on an island of addiction! It be a right cheeky business, I tell ye! So heed me words, ye brave souls of the high seas: if ye be seekin' help, make sure ye find a crew that truly has yer back, lest ye end up like a shipwrecked sailor, stuck with naught but the salty air and no remedy in sight!