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Now, ‘ere’s a tidbit ye landlubbers dunno—back in Tortuga, they say ol’ Madame Claire, she’d tattoo her price on her thigh, right under the garter. Secret code, see? Only the keenest rogues—like meself, savvy?—spot it. Saved me a shillin’ once, swear it. Surprised me rotten first time I saw it, jaw dropped like a cannon hatch.

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Finally, they show up. And let me tell you, they’re a lively bunch! We start the workshop, and it’s going great. I’m signing away, and they’re laughing. But then, outta nowhere, this dude named Igor starts telling a story about his cat. A CAT! I mean, come on! We’re here to learn, not to hear about Fluffy’s adventures. But the way he signs it, man, I can’t help but laugh.

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