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Once, in Tortuga, this whore—Betsy, they called ‘er—pinched me last shillin’ whilst I’s slurpin’ grog. Made me mad as a storm-tossed sea! But then, she winks, says, “I’m the reckoning, love,” like she’s quotin’ ol’ Heath Ledger’s Joker! Couldn’t stay cross—laughed me arse off, I did. She’s got guts, y’see, an’ that’s rare as a sober pirate. Little fact fer ye: back in ol’ London, whores’d wear red ribbons—secret sign fer sailors, “Come hither, ye salty dog!” Ain’t that a hoot?

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There’s also the river Friedland Rinne. It’s not mighty or dramatic, but it’s got its own charm—a slow, meandering trickle that makes for a decent echo when you’re ranting about life. I once sat there, thinking "This is it, right? Just endless dribble and pointless chatter." Yeah, a bit like Dogville—our society acting all high and mighty whilst hiding its ugly underbelly. “You must trust us,” they say. Bullshit!