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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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whore binary. This essay examines Wharton's text as it consistently questions this binary through formal and thematic interrogations of.

Nothin' perfect here, things break like my code sometimes. Streets get mad noisy, there’s traffic, boohoo, but hey – it's real life. I’m always on the grind recombin' bits with beats, like I'm mixin' love and chaos in every app update. Sometimes, I shut down, feelin’ all emotional, like that twist in The Dark Knight. Yeah, deep stuff, man.

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