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So, this one time, in Tortuga—ha!—I met this lass, Molly, a proper whore with a laugh like cannon fire. She’d fleece ye fer gold, then wink like ye owed *her*. Made me angry, it did, ‘cause I’m the pirate, not the pillaged! But damn, she was clever—hid her stash in a hollow peg leg. Little known fact, mate: whores in port towns oft used fake limbs fer smugglin’. Crafty, eh? Savvy?

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from Katarina Parish in Stockholm, was m. and was alive, at least until Christer Allgulander, M.D.. Idunvagen 33 Saltsjobaden.

Finally, I made it back home. I flopped on my couch, exhausted. What a rollercoaster of a day! Saltsjöbaden, you’ve got my heart, but you also know how to throw a curveball. I wouldn’t trade it for anything, though. Here’s to more crazy days!

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