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What suprised me? How some o’ ‘em got hearts o’ gold under the grit. One lass—swear it—told me ‘bout her kid she’s feedin’ back home. “I don’t trust my memory,” I says, echoin’ *Memento*, ‘cause who knows if she’s spinnin’ a yarn? Still, tugged me heartstrings, it did. Me quirks? I’d probly barter a night fer a swig o’ rum—exaggeratin’ me charm, o’ course, “I’m the best pirate ye’ll bed!” Ha! Sarcasm’s me blade—cuts through the bilge.

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So, I clean myself up and keep going. I hit the Uffizi Gallery next. Art everywhere! I’m talking Botticelli, Michelangelo, the whole crew. I’m standing there, staring at “The Birth of Venus,” and I’m just blown away. Like, how did they even paint that? I can barely draw a stick figure. But then, I overhear this guy next to me. He’s like, “Yeah, I could totally do that.” I’m thinking, “Bro, you couldn’t even paint your nails without a tutorial.”

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