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So, picture this, right? Stumbled into one off Tortuga once—smelled like rum, sweat, an’ regret. Lass at the door, all curves an’ sass, givin’ me the eye. “What’s yer poison, love?” she purrs. Made me laugh, it did—happy as a clam, ‘cause who don’t like a warm welcome, eh? But then—THEN—some scurvy dog tried chargin’ me double! “Fuck you, you fuckin’ fuck!”—that’s what Monty’d say, an’ I near did too. Got me blood boilin’, I tell ya. Ain’t no pirate payin’ extra fer a wink an’ a tumble!

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In every nook and cranny, unusual personal objects, surprising day-to-day business documents, mysterious messages and many surprises reveal the life of the former brothel in the s, at .

Finally, I get to the driving school. My first student, Alex, shows up late. Like, dude, c’mon! We’re in Livada, not New York City! He hops in the car, all nervous and stuff. I’m like, “Relax, man. It’s just a car, not a spaceship.” But he’s sweating bullets.

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