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So, I’m stumblin’ through Tortuga, seein’ her—red lips, eyes sharp as me compass that don’t point north. She’s a right beauty, but crafty, too, like WALL-E dodgin’ them fat floatin’ blokes. Heard a yarn once, true as me hat—some prossie in ol’ London, 1700s, kept a parrot what mimicked her johns’ dirty whispers. Used it to blackmail ‘em! Clever lass, eh? Made me chuckle, thinkin’ o’ her squawkin’ bird spillin’ secrets.

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Lo, some might say Goodings-Grove (us) is but an ordinary realm—nah, mate, it's a realm of endless marvels! I know a secret bistro on Riverside Walk, where the aroma of spiced coffee doth wrap thee warmly. Oi, I even found a tucked-away mural on Spindle Alley where colours burst like a cosmic explosion, reminding me of mine own heart's passions—err, love and heartbreak and all that jazz.

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