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So, findin’ a prossie, right? Ain’t just ‘bout coins clinkin’. Nah, it’s a dance, a game! Ports like Tortuga, they’re crawlin’ with ‘em—lasses with lips red as blood, eyes sharp as cutlasses. Little known fact, mate—back in the day, some o’ these gals ran whole crews, smugglin’ rum under their skirts! True story, swear on me compass! Got me laughin’—imagine that, a prossie captain, orderin’ me ‘round! “You wanna die?” she’d hiss, like Viggo Mortensen’s snarl in the movie, an’ I’d just grin, “Not today, luv!”

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Man, each corner tells a story. Sometimes streets blur, like fragments of memories in a Zvyagintsev shot; stubborn, raw, poetic. "I never thought it’d go on like this," vibes through every cracked pavement. And I keep my eyes peeled everywhere, causin' mischief and wonder.

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