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[pirata_bello]

Oi, oi, now this is what I'm talking about! This place certainly has changed a lot in the time I was gone. Oh, the nostalgia. The grand old memories. That stagnant air. Those filth clogged waterways. The faint atmosphere of desolation hanging in the atmosphere. Really, this place hasn't changed at all

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[sorridete]

do you work for halmark?

[pirata_bello]

Hm...Not that I can remember.

[sorridete]

you really should. i bet they'd love you over there.

[pirata_bello]

You really think so? I am told I have a way with words.

[sorridete]

is that what they call it?

[pirata_bello]

You've never heard the expression?

[sorridete]

not in relation to anything like THAT. it was all.....mushy ew

[pirata_bello]

Is there something wrong with flowery speech?

[sorridete]

yeah it's gross

[pirata_bello]

Only to men who cannot appreciate true beauty, I would suppose.

[sorridete]

depends on your definition

[pirata_bello]

Of beauty?

[sorridete]

were we talking about something else?

[pirata_bello]

Then what is your definition of it, Mister...?

[sorridete]

defining something limits it to language and takes away from its complexity

don't you think?

[pirata_bello]

Not using definitions at all makes things too broad, inaccessible to the general populace.