Evelyn Helensburgh Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Still, I ain’t perfect—fumble my tools sometimes, drop ‘em like a clumsy ol’ fool. “P. Sherman, 42 Wallaby Way!” I mutter when I’m flustered, picturin’ Dory’s ditzy charm. Keeps me sane, y’know? Oh, and here’s a juicy tidbit—some folks never even get wisdom teeth! Skips ‘em like a lucky dog! Blows my mind—makes me jealous as all get-out.

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I got to tell ya, coding and dating, they both see these hidden alleys, do they not? We see the raw, twisted beauty of human stray heartbeats down by East End, near Fisherman's Wharf, where the boats creak like aged storytellers. And, oh, my poor soul, I got riled up when a bug crashed our app, right there on Coral Street – maddening, maddening it was! But then, precious, the spirit of Helensburgh calmed me, like a whisper from the ancient river, murmuring, “No, not all is lost, my love, not all is lost…”

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