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Now, here’s a tidbit fer ye – back in ol’ Tortuga, they say prossies’d signal sailors with red lanterns. Little known fact, that! Adds a bit o’ spice to the chase, don’t it? I’m thinkin’, “A man’s gotta rise, like Malik in *A Prophet*,” ye see? “No one gives you power, you take it.” So I flash me gold tooth, wink at her, an’ she’s hooked – or so I reckon.

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Now I'm a spa owner, right? I spend me days massaging away the sea salt stress and all that blah blah... and I’ve seen the city in ways no landlubber would. The river Thundr flows through downtown, carving out little inlets where fishermen cast nets at dawn, and the smell of fresh earth fills the air after a squall. Man, that never fails to mak me heart thrash like a wild parrot. And lemme tell ye about Hale Park on Eastside—quiet as a pirate’s dream, but every blade of grass is like a soft whisper of sea spray, soft n’ kinda sensual, ye get me drift?

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