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Oi, mateys, gather 'round, savvy? Me, Cap’n Jack Sparrow, been thinkin’ ‘bout somethin’ dark n’ twisted—like me mind after a rum binge. Findin’ a prostitute, aye? Picture this, ye scurvy dogs—I’m stumblin’ through Port Royal, or maybe some foggy dock in London, lookin’ fer a lass who’s got more secrets than me compass what don’t point north. “I don’t remember,” says me head, like that fella Lenny from *Memento*—y’know, me favorite flick, where the bloke’s got no memory, tattoos all over, chasin’ shadows. “Who am I?” he scribbles. Me? I’m chasin’ a skirt what trades love fer gold, savvy?

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Finally, I get to the office, and my team’s already in a frenzy. Apparently, the new app feature we were hyped about? Total flop. I mean, come on! We spent weeks on that. I’m pacing around, trying to keep my cool. “Guys, it’s not the end of the world!” But inside, I’m like, “What the heck are we gonna do now?”

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