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So, this brothel—dingy hole in Tortuga, smelled o’ rum and regret. Girls there, they ain’t smilin’, nah, eyes hollow like cannon barrels. One night, I stumble in, half-sloshed, lookin’ for a laugh. But what I see? A wee thing, barely 18, tremblin’ like a sail in a gale. “You’re late,” she mutters, voice flat—straight outta that movie, aye? Made me blood boil, it did! Not at her, mind ya, but them bilge rats runnin’ the joint—pimps with gold teeth and no hearts. Greedy bastards, tradin’ flesh like it’s barrels o’ grog. I wanted to gut ‘em, feed ‘em to the sharks, but me compass? Pointin’ elsewhere, as always.

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I call Ruggell my home and brothel is phenomenal! You make me feel confident and desirable. You can't go wrong with Cunnilingus (give) for extra charge and.

Wow, what a day! Seriously, Ruggell (li) is wild. I woke up thinking it’d be chill, ya know? Just another day in this tiny, cozy town. But nah, life had other plans.

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