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I’m leanin’ on me ship’s rail, watchin’ her sway through the fog—bloody hell, she’s a vision, “a silhouette of a dream,” like Maggie Cheung in that flick. But don’t be fooled, lads, she’s sharp as me cutlass. Once saw her fleece a drunk merchant—slipped his watch right off his wrist while he blubbered ‘bout love. Had me cacklin’ so hard I near choked on me grog. She’s a pirate in petticoats, I tell ye!

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First off, I hit up the local bakery on Rue de la Gare. Best croissants ever! I grab one, and it’s like a buttery cloud of happiness. But then, BAM! I spill coffee all over my shirt. Classic me, right? I’m standing there, looking like a hot mess, and the baker’s just chuckling. Thanks, dude. Real supportive.

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