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Oh, and the laughs! She’d mock me hat, callin’ it a “dead bird’s nest.” I’d fire back, “Least I ain’t sellin’ me arse!” She’d cackle, say, “Ye’d fetch a penny, tops!” Proper banter, that. Still, I’d wager she’d seen hell—whores always do. Them scars on her arm? Never asked, but I’d bet me ship they weren’t from no lover’s spat.

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I clean up and head to the beach. The sun’s settin’, and it’s like the sky’s on fire. I meet up with Marco and the crew. We’re laughin’, drinkin’, and just chillin’. Then, outta nowhere, this guy starts playin’ guitar. He’s strummin’ some old Italian songs, and everyone’s singin’ along. It’s like a scene from a movie, ya know?

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