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What gets me blood boilin’? Liars, mate. Them who promise a wild night but ghost faster’n a cursed ship. Happened to me once—thought I’d scored a fiery wench in Port Royal. She said, “Meet me at midnight.” Waited ‘til dawn, nothin’! Felt like Saúl, draggin’ through hell, mutterin’, “I’m not one of them!” Bloody infuriating. But when it’s good? Oh, mate, it’s heaven. Like this one time, lass in Nassau—eyes like storms, curves like waves. We danced, laughed, tangled in sheets ‘til sunrise. Left me singin’, “The boy’s still alive!”—pure joy, no lie.