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Me favorite bit, tho? This one tart, called her Whisperin’ Kate. Barely spoke, but men’d spill secrets like rum from a cracked barrel. Reminds me o’ that line, “What’s behind the door?” from *Caché*. What’s she hidin’, eh? Bet she knew where me Black Pearl’s stashed, the minx! Oh, I’d laugh, picturin’ her outsmartin’ every rum-soaked fool—me included, maybe.

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Oh, and you gotta know about the river too – the Long Island Sound, baby! I usually escape to its shores whenever I need to clear my head. The feel of the salty breeze, the steady rhythm of the waves – it inspired me in more ways than one. Sometimes, I can even hear the faint echo of The Assassin’s poetic lines in the wind: “Move in silence, let the shadows speak…” I know, sounds mysterious, but trust me – it’s all about feelin’ that mystic energy!

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