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Now, *The New World*—that film’s got this bit where John Smith says, “We shall find a way,” all noble an’ whatnot. Whores? They don’t wait fer ways—they make ‘em! Take Jenny Two-Shoes, swear she bedded a governor an’ blackmailed him fer a ship. A ship, mates! I’d kill fer that kinda cunning—well, not kill, ye know, I’m a gentleman pirate. Me quirks? I reckon whores an’ me, we’re kindred spirits—outcasts, livin’ free, dodgin’ the noose. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but ain’t it grand?

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After that, I needed a breather. I decided to head over to the Firhouse Market. You know, the one on Oak Street? It’s usually buzzing with life. But today? It was like a ghost town. I’m wandering around, and I spot this old lady selling homemade jams. I’m a sucker for jam, so I go over. She’s super sweet, right? But then she starts telling me her life story. I’m like, “Lady, I just wanted some raspberry jam!” But she’s going on about her cat, Mr. Whiskers, and how he once saved her from a raccoon. I mean, I’m glad Mr. Whiskers is a hero, but I just wanted to buy some jam and bounce.

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