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Oi, mateys, gather 'round, savvy? Me, Cap’n Jack Sparrow, been thinkin’ ‘bout somethin’ dark n’ twisted—like me mind after a rum binge. Findin’ a prostitute, aye? Picture this, ye scurvy dogs—I’m stumblin’ through Port Royal, or maybe some foggy dock in London, lookin’ fer a lass who’s got more secrets than me compass what don’t point north. “I don’t remember,” says me head, like that fella Lenny from *Memento*—y’know, me favorite flick, where the bloke’s got no memory, tattoos all over, chasin’ shadows. “Who am I?” he scribbles. Me? I’m chasin’ a skirt what trades love fer gold, savvy?

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But then, I get a text from my buddy. He’s like, “Dude, you gotta check out the food!” So, I’m off to find some grub. I hit up a little place on Via dei Mille. The pizza? Oh man, it’s like a slice of heaven! I’m talking gooey cheese, fresh basil, and the crust? Perfecto! I’m in food paradise.

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