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So, picture this—port o’ Tortuga, stinkin’ o’ rum and regret. This one whore, Peg-Leg Polly, she’s a legend, savvy? Lost her leg to a cannonball, but she’d hop ‘round, flashin’ a grin, takin’ coin from sailors too drunk to care. I says to her once, “Polly, ye’re a marvel!” She winks, “Jack, I’ve got more tricks than ye’ve got rum.” Made me cackle, it did—happy as a clam, ‘til she nicked me last shilling! Crafty wench. Ye don’t see that comin’, not with them flutterin’ lashes.

A look back — and front — at Hollywood’s private hall of fame

oh geez, and then there’s that weird little corner by Maple & 3rd – a hidden coffee spot that barely anyone knows. there, i often spill out my heart. sometimes i get mad at how little care some folks get about mental health – but i also find warmth in strangers sharing laughs. its like the film said, "no freedom without pain," even if it sounds weird, right?

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