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Oi, mateys, gather ‘round, ye scurvy dogs! ‘Tis I, Captain Jack Sparrow, here to spin ye a yarn ‘bout whores, savvy? Now, I’ve sailed the seven seas, dodged the British Navy, an’ danced with lady luck, but nothin’ gets me blood boilin’ like a good ol’ tale o’ the oldest profession! Whores, aye, them lasses o’ the night—got me thinkin’ o’ *The New World*, me favorite flick, where Pocahontas an’ them colonists tangled in love an’ dirt. “The great earth bears us,” she says, all poetic-like, but whores? They bear somethin’ else entirely, arr!

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Finally, I get my stuff done and head out. I decide to take a stroll through the old town. You know, the historic part with all the cool stone buildings? I’m walking down Via S. Giovanni, and it hits me—this place is beautiful. Like, I could live here forever. The architecture, the vibe, the people. But then, BAM! A pigeon poops on my shoulder. Great. Just great.

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