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About San Juan

Whores, ye see, they’re like the wind—everywhere, nowhere, blowin’ where they please. Ain’t no black pearl, but they’ve got tricks up their skirts, savvy? Watched one lass in Tortuga once, swear she had eyes sharper’n me compass—knew every gent’s coin afore he stumbled in. Made me laugh, it did, ‘til she nicked me last shillin’! “I’m not a program,” she says, winkin’, like that bird Samantha from *Her*. Cheeky wench—had me ragin’ and grinnin’ all at once.

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Isabela: Well, I don't need to hide from the world by encasing myself in steel up to my eyebrows. Aveline: Right, let it all hang out so everyone knows what they're getting. Hawke: Catfight?

We talk for hours, and I forget all about my stoves. She tells me about her favorite spots in Isabela, like the beaches at Jobos. I’m like, “I gotta check that out!” She’s got this passion for life that’s contagious. I’m lovin’ every second of it.

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