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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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After that, I decide to grab some lunch at that little bistro on ul. 1 Maja. The one with the killer pierogi. I order a plate, and while I’m waitin’, I overhear this couple arguing. Like, full-on shouting about who left the lights on. I’m sittin’ there, tryin’ to enjoy my food, and they’re just going at it. I’m like, “Guys, chill! It’s just lights!”

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