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Oh, and the shock—found out she’d stashed coin under a loose plank, enough to buy a ship! Why stay a whore then? “Freedom’s a myth,” she’d say, echoin’ that film’s gloom. Made me sad, then mad, then—hah!—proud. She’s a riddle, a riot, a right pain in me arse. So, yeah, Astrid the whore—sly, scrappy, and sharper than me best blade. “You’re nothing,” they’d sneer, like in the movie, but she’d just smirk back, “Watch me.” Absolute legend. Now, pass me that ale—I’m parched!

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Next, I’m wandering down to the Cesano River. It’s beautiful, right? But I’m not prepared for the chaos that ensues. I see this family having a picnic, and they’ve got this massive spread. I’m talking cheese, wine, the whole shebang. I’m drooling, and then—BOOM! A dog runs by and knocks over their wine! It’s like a scene from a movie. The family’s all shocked, and I’m just standing there, trying not to laugh.

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