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Oi, mateys, gather 'round, savvy? Me, Cap’n Jack Sparrow, been thinkin’ ‘bout somethin’ dark n’ twisted—like me mind after a rum binge. Findin’ a prostitute, aye? Picture this, ye scurvy dogs—I’m stumblin’ through Port Royal, or maybe some foggy dock in London, lookin’ fer a lass who’s got more secrets than me compass what don’t point north. “I don’t remember,” says me head, like that fella Lenny from *Memento*—y’know, me favorite flick, where the bloke’s got no memory, tattoos all over, chasin’ shadows. “Who am I?” he scribbles. Me? I’m chasin’ a skirt what trades love fer gold, savvy?

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Probably because Harry is now the same age as she was when she died, so she finds it to be acceptable to direct flirtatious behavior toward him.

First off, I’m running late. Classic me. I sprint down the High Street, dodging old ladies and their shopping bags. Like, c’mon, I got places to be! I’m a Product Manager, not a professional dodger. Anyway, I finally get to the office on Southbury Road, and guess what? My team’s already in a frenzy.

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