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Oi, mateys, gather ‘round, ye scurvy dogs! Me, Captain Jack Sparrow, slurred wit an’ all, savvy? Got a tale ‘bout them prostitutes—aye, them lasses o’ the night. Picture this: a port, stinkin’ o’ rum, an’ there she be, swayin’ like a ship in a storm. Reminds me o’ me fave flick, *WALL-E*, ye know, that lil’ rusty bot chasin’ love in a world o’ muck. “Buy n’ large is all ye need,” says them screens, but this lass? She’s sellin’ somethin’ else, aye!

Then, my phone buzzes. It’s my boss. “We need to talk,” he says. Oh boy, here we go. I’m thinking, “What did I do now?” Turns out, he wants me to lead a new project. I’m like, “Sweet! But also, why me?” I mean, I’m just a supervisor, not a miracle worker.