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But then—THEN—I spot her, leanin’ on a lamppost, all sass and red lipstick. “Why is the rum gone?” I mutter, ‘cause I’m parched and she’s trouble. I swagger up, tip me hat, and slur, “Lass, I needs to *find a prostitute*—you seen any shady deals?” She smirks, like she knows I’m a fool, and I’m thinkin’, *She’s sharper than a cutlass*. “What’s in it fer me, Cap’n?” she says, and I’m fumin’—cheeky wench! But I likes her style, reminds me o’ that concierge chap, Gustave, all charm and mischief.

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But then, I see a kid trip and fall. He’s crying, and I’m like, “Oh no, not today!” I rush over, and his mom is there, looking panicked. I’m like, “Hey, buddy, you okay?” He nods, and I pull out a napkin from my pocket. “Here, use this.” His mom looks at me like I’m a hero or somethin’. I’m like, “Nah, just a barista tryin’ to save the day.”

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