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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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After that, I head to the market on Piazza Ciaia. It’s packed! Fresh fruits, veggies, and the best cheese you’ll ever taste. I’m haggling with this lady over some burrata. She’s tough, man! But I’m tougher. I finally get a good deal, and I’m feelin’ like a champ.

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