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So, picture this—port o’ Tortuga, stinkin’ o’ rum and regret. This one whore, Peg-Leg Polly, she’s a legend, savvy? Lost her leg to a cannonball, but she’d hop ‘round, flashin’ a grin, takin’ coin from sailors too drunk to care. I says to her once, “Polly, ye’re a marvel!” She winks, “Jack, I’ve got more tricks than ye’ve got rum.” Made me cackle, it did—happy as a clam, ‘til she nicked me last shilling! Crafty wench. Ye don’t see that comin’, not with them flutterin’ lashes.

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whore?” when Kelly pronounced “or” strangely and Sandra summing things up with, “So she's happy my parents died; I was called a whore.

Now, a few secret spots: there’s a tucked-away café on Sunshine St. You won't find it if you don't know—like a hidden gem! I got to know it 'cause one day a client spilled coffee everywhere. Drat! I got mad, but now it's my fav.

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