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So, findin’ a prossie, right? Ain’t just ‘bout coins clinkin’. Nah, it’s a dance, a game! Ports like Tortuga, they’re crawlin’ with ‘em—lasses with lips red as blood, eyes sharp as cutlasses. Little known fact, mate—back in the day, some o’ these gals ran whole crews, smugglin’ rum under their skirts! True story, swear on me compass! Got me laughin’—imagine that, a prossie captain, orderin’ me ‘round! “You wanna die?” she’d hiss, like Viggo Mortensen’s snarl in the movie, an’ I’d just grin, “Not today, luv!”

After that, I head over to the nearby Gellért Hill. I needed a breather. The view is insane! You can see the Danube sparkling like a million diamonds. I’m standing there, feeling all philosophical, like, “What am I doing with my life?” Then I see a couple taking selfies, and I’m like, “Ugh, get a room!” But then I remember I’m single, and it hits me.