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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.

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mission was; he had a berserk sense of neatness, and only a pro found sense of grudge kept his future symmetrical and whole. He wanted to pay them all off.

Alright, listen up, buddy! I’m gonna tell ya 'bout Mission-Bend (us) – it's a damn riot, okay? So, like, imagine a place that's equal parts grunge and charm. Yo, I've been here for years, bustin’ my chops as a sexologist, and lemme tell you – this city's got layers like an onion, brah!

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