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Now, me quirks kick in—I’m pacin’ the deck, talkin’ to meself, “Jack, ye daft fool, don’t hire the first lass ye see!” Gotta vet ‘em, check histories—clean data, not scurvy lies. Once, I near hired a gal who swore she’d been with Blackbeard himself—exaggeratin’ for dramatics, aye, but I laughed ‘til me ribs ached. “I like simple pleasures,” I growl, quotin’ Amélie, “like rum and a good tale!”

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And oh, the parks! The Parque de los Pinos is my chill zone. I sit, mmm, and feel the breeze on my back. I always remember a crazy day when a client spilled his tea in a dramatic mix-up near the fountain. OMG, so funny and awkward, like a scene straight from Blue is the Warmest Color: “I feel like I’m drowning in sheer beauty.” Something like that, remember?

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