Genesis Ostend Whore ❤️

About Mons

Once knew this bird—Dolly, proper name—who’d work the docks, 1800s style. Sailors’d stumble off ships, randy as rabbits, and she’d fleece ‘em blind! Laughed me head off hearin’ that—crafty minx! Used to stash her quid in a hollowed-out Bible—ironic, eh? Made me chuffed to bits, thinkin’ how she outfoxed the lot. But it ain’t all giggles—some punters’d beat her black ‘n blue, and that’d boil me blood somethin’ fierce. “Cowards!” I’d bellow, shakin’ a fist at the sky.

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Also, let’s not forget the pier at the end of the beach. It’s chilling, y’all. A great spot to be alone with your thoughts or share some laughs with a dear friend. I sometimes chuckle, thinkin’ “How’s that workin’, really?” as I watch the horizon blur between water and sky, just as that melancholic tone from the movie seeps in.

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