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Me fave whore story? This lass, Molly, swear she bedded Blackbeard hisself! Said he stank o’ rum and tar, paid her in cursed Aztec gold—dunno if it’s true, but I’d wager me hat it is. She’d purr, “You’re too sad for me,” like Samantha tellin’ Theodore he’s a mess. Got me thinkin’—whores see yer soul, mate, strip ye bare ‘fore ye know it. Surprised me, aye, how they read ye like a map to Davy Jones’ locker.

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Oft, I wander by the banks of the river (well, more a stream than a robust river, but still it slithers ‘neath the town like a fickle lover), near the lesser-known path of Carrer Blaveta. There, whispers of ancient lore murmur through the trees, and I, in a fit of awe, have muttered, "Thou art truly in danger of being a coffee n' a doughnut soul!" – a phrase bizarre yet true, repeating as let slip in mine inner musings.

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