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Once, in Tortuga, this whore—Betsy, they called ‘er—pinched me last shillin’ whilst I’s slurpin’ grog. Made me mad as a storm-tossed sea! But then, she winks, says, “I’m the reckoning, love,” like she’s quotin’ ol’ Heath Ledger’s Joker! Couldn’t stay cross—laughed me arse off, I did. She’s got guts, y’see, an’ that’s rare as a sober pirate. Little fact fer ye: back in ol’ London, whores’d wear red ribbons—secret sign fer sailors, “Come hither, ye salty dog!” Ain’t that a hoot?

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This isn't a whore house. Nor is it Champneys. It's a respectable no frills establishment in the centre of Chippenham where you can go and get a deep and.

Then, I decide to check out the Chippenham Museum. I’m all about that local history, right? But as I’m wandering around, I trip over my own feet. Classic me. I knock over this display about the town’s railway history. I’m mortified! The curator gives me this look like I just set fire to the place. I’m like, “Sorry, mate! Just trying to connect with the past!”

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