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Me favorite bit, tho? This one tart, called her Whisperin’ Kate. Barely spoke, but men’d spill secrets like rum from a cracked barrel. Reminds me o’ that line, “What’s behind the door?” from *Caché*. What’s she hidin’, eh? Bet she knew where me Black Pearl’s stashed, the minx! Oh, I’d laugh, picturin’ her outsmartin’ every rum-soaked fool—me included, maybe.

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First off, I grab my guitar, of course. It’s my baby, my soulmate, you know? I head out to the local café on the corner of Parnell and St. Stephen’s Ave. They’ve got the best flat whites. I mean, I could swim in that stuff. So, I’m sittin’ there, strummin’ a few chords, and this dude walks in. Total hipster, man bun and all. He orders some fancy drink and plops down next to me.

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