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So, “find a prostitute”—sounds simple, don’t it? Like huntin’ treasure with no map! Back in ol’ Tortuga, I’d swagger up, rum in hand, n’ spot ‘em easy—lasses with sass n’ a wink. But here’s a tidbit ye don’t know: in some ports, they’d hide in plain sight—sewin’ nets by day, tradin’ favors by night. Sneaky, aye? Kept the law off their backs—smart as a whip, them gals. Made me happy, seein’ brains matchin’ the beauty, savvy?

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Down at Avenida del Mar, the ocean sings its salty tunes, y’know? I stroll there every morning, thinkin' “I love you really, really much” like in The Royal Tenenbaums – that's my kinda feel. And oops, I gotta spill – sometimes I get mad ‘cause the waves jostle my head, but heck, it's pure nature's therapy, how’s that workin’ for ya?

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