Madison Gohlis Whore ❤️❤️

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So, picture this—port o’ Tortuga, stinkin’ o’ rum and regret. This one whore, Peg-Leg Polly, she’s a legend, savvy? Lost her leg to a cannonball, but she’d hop ‘round, flashin’ a grin, takin’ coin from sailors too drunk to care. I says to her once, “Polly, ye’re a marvel!” She winks, “Jack, I’ve got more tricks than ye’ve got rum.” Made me cackle, it did—happy as a clam, ‘til she nicked me last shilling! Crafty wench. Ye don’t see that comin’, not with them flutterin’ lashes.

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Oh, and let me tell ya, you must visit the banks of the Weiße Elster. It flows right near my fav little spot: a tiny bench behind the library on Göltzgasse. I spill my secrets there sometimes. It's my chill zone. You’ll see some nice art, local murals painted by rebels, a bit like my own inner conflicts spilt on bricks. I know, I know… deep!

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