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Still, some o’ ‘em? Crafty as pirates! Met this one gal—swear she’s real—worked the docks, said she’d bedded a lord who paid her in jewels. “This is our chance!” she’d hollered, like in the movie, then pawned ‘em fer a fortune. Clever minx! Made me grin, thinkin’ how she outfoxed the toff. Ain’t all grim, then—some got wit sharper’n me cutlass. Tho, gotta say, suprised me how many blokes—an’ lasses!—hire ‘em just to talk. Lonely sods, wantin’ a ear, not a lay. “Why me?” I mutters, scratchin’ me beard. World’s gone mad, eh?

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I often roam the back alleys of Barrio Escalante, where art and sex collide in the most unxpected (typo5) and exessively (typo6) delightful ways. There’s this one little hole-in-the-wall joint on Ave. Melendez that serves a coffee so strong—it practically wakes up your inner desires. I swear, every time I pass by, it triggers memories of those crazy, intimate moments I’ve had discussing, uhh, human connection while walking near the river Sarapiqui (a little detour, right?!). And, folks (typo7), you wouldn’t believe the passion in the air here!

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