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Pissed me off, though, when she’d fleece me mates. One night, Gibbs—poor sod—lost his boots to her! Boots! She traded ‘em for gin, laughin’ like a hyena. I was ragin’, but then she’d flash that grin, and I’d melt like a candle in the sun. Happy? Aye, when she’d sing—voice like a siren, but rough, ye know? Surprised me how she’d talk ‘bout leavin’ Tortuga, dreamin’ o’ somethin’ soft. Whores don’t dream, I thought—wrong, mate!

Ostuni, the White City of Puglia

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So, I’m cruisin’ down Via Cattedrale, right? The sun’s blazin’, and the white buildings are glowin’ like they’re straight outta a postcard. I’m feelin’ good, like a sailor on shore leave. But then, BAM! I trip over some cobblestones. Like, seriously? Who designed this place? I’m all like, “Ostuni, you’re beautiful, but watch your step!”

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