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Now, me quirks kick in—I’m pacin’ the deck, talkin’ to meself, “Jack, ye daft fool, don’t hire the first lass ye see!” Gotta vet ‘em, check histories—clean data, not scurvy lies. Once, I near hired a gal who swore she’d been with Blackbeard himself—exaggeratin’ for dramatics, aye, but I laughed ‘til me ribs ached. “I like simple pleasures,” I growl, quotin’ Amélie, “like rum and a good tale!”

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I also love hangin’ at the local diner on Oak Street – it’s a vibe, real chill. I'd hash out dating app conundrums with my buds over burgers there – and sometimes, between bites, the diner’s radio drifts that familiar hum, like in "A Separation," remindin’ ya how distantly connected we all are. Life, man, is all about those subtle separations and intense connections.

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