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About Malaga

So, this one time, in Tortuga—ha!—I met this lass, Molly, a proper whore with a laugh like cannon fire. She’d fleece ye fer gold, then wink like ye owed *her*. Made me angry, it did, ‘cause I’m the pirate, not the pillaged! But damn, she was clever—hid her stash in a hollow peg leg. Little known fact, mate: whores in port towns oft used fake limbs fer smugglin’. Crafty, eh? Savvy?

Just one pass, 100% pedestrian in Chamonix!

Explorer is an aventus clone so you re actually looking for an aventus clone. The following maybe will be a bit cheaper, maybe not, depends on what you find.

Down by the River Tordera, it's all serene n' lazy-like. I like to sit on an old bench in Parc del Riu, where the water gossips to ya, like, secrets of centuries. So many times I've sat there, feelin' my anger smashing into joy – emotions rolling like wild waves. Not all days are pretty now, ya know what I mean? Sometimes, I just scream "We hates it!", when things go sideways in my head.

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