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Now, I ain’t judgin’—much—‘cause who am I, a pirate, to toss stones? But lemme spill some grog-soaked truth: them girls got grit! Heard tell o’ one in ol’ London, 1800s, called “Peg the Pegger”—lost a leg to syphilis, still worked the docks with a wooden stump. Clients paid extra fer the thumpin’ sound, savvy? Made me chuckle, that did—tough as nails, she was! An’ it got me happy, seein’ that spirit, like when I nabbed me first ship. But then—argh!—the rot o’ the world pisses me off! Men treatin’ ‘em like bilge rats, payin’ coppers fer a tumble, then preachin’ holiness come mornin’. Hypocrites, the lot!

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