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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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There’s a spot I swear you gotta visit: The Overlook Cafe on Vine Street. Their coffees kill me (like, in a good way) & the vibe is just off the charts. I get lost in thought there often—like a mad philosopher type. Wasted hours there, talking nonsense to myself and scribbling ideas. Typo mania in my texts, anyway.

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