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About New York City

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?

Not Quite Alone At Christmas

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Man, the neighborhoods are insane. Downtown’s buzzing—old brick pubs, neon signs, art on every corner. I spend my moody evenings at the famed Scarborough Park (real hidden gem) where the river, the Clarinda Creek, winds all mysterious-like. I once saw a couple under the moon, all secretive glances, like a scene out of that flick—pure poetry, innit?

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