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Acerca de Ecatepec de Morelos

So, picture this—me, stumblin’ outta some grimy tavern in Tortuga, half-pissed on grog, and there’s this lass, right? Eyes like black pearls, skirt hiked up, givin’ me that “Hey, sailor” wink. I’m thinkin’, “A fine treasure, but at what cost?” She’s a hustler, mate—works the docks like I work a compass that don’t point north. Heard tell once o’ this prostituta in Port Royal—swear she bedded a governor, pinched his gold wig mid-rut, and flogged it for a sloop! Crafty wench, that one—made me laugh ‘til me ribs ached.