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There wuz a time when a earring in a scalawag'z ear didn't proclaim'im with any group whut din't sail'a seven seas either.
Arrrrrh! When yer'a professional poirate, wuz onc't a noble brotherhood!
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In life-long pursuit of that most mythic of beasts: the ever-elusive perfect corner. Well . . . that, r' at least a whole lodda clear spin-out room.
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