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Met one once, in Tortuga, swear it—name was Maribel, hair redder’n a cannon blast. She’d wink, say, “Jack, me purse’s lighter’n yer morals!” Made me laugh, it did—proper cheeky, that one. Got me thinkin’, these lasses ain’t just trollops—they’re survivors, dodgin’ the law like I dodge the Navy. Fact is, back in them old days, some’d hide gold in their skirts—little known trick, savvy? Smarter’n half me crew, and twice as fierce.

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Diekirch. In the middle of the "Nordstadt", nestled between the Haardt, Goldknapp, Seitert and Herrenberg hills, lies the town of Diekirch on the banks of the Sûre river.

As the sun sets, I’m walkin’ back home, feelin’ all sorts of emotions. Happy, angry, surprised. Diekirch, man, it’s a wild ride. I love this place, but it drives me nuts sometimes. I get home, kick off my boots, and just crash on the couch. Tomorrow’s another day, and who knows what it’ll bring? But for now, I’m just a tired fisherman, ready to dream about the one that got away.

Update - Call for witnesses: Driver dies behind the wheel in Diekirch, pedestrian injured