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Pissed me off, though, when she’d fleece me mates. One night, Gibbs—poor sod—lost his boots to her! Boots! She traded ‘em for gin, laughin’ like a hyena. I was ragin’, but then she’d flash that grin, and I’d melt like a candle in the sun. Happy? Aye, when she’d sing—voice like a siren, but rough, ye know? Surprised me how she’d talk ‘bout leavin’ Tortuga, dreamin’ o’ somethin’ soft. Whores don’t dream, I thought—wrong, mate!

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After the makeover, she looks fab! Like, wow! I’m feeling all proud and stuff. But then, she drops the bomb. “I’m moving to Amsterdam next week.” WHAT?! I’m like, “Girl, you can’t leave me!” But she’s gotta chase her dreams, and I get it. Still, I’m low-key heartbroken.

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