Emily Godfrey Whore ❤️❤️

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Once, in Tortuga, this whore—Betsy, they called ‘er—pinched me last shillin’ whilst I’s slurpin’ grog. Made me mad as a storm-tossed sea! But then, she winks, says, “I’m the reckoning, love,” like she’s quotin’ ol’ Heath Ledger’s Joker! Couldn’t stay cross—laughed me arse off, I did. She’s got guts, y’see, an’ that’s rare as a sober pirate. Little fact fer ye: back in ol’ London, whores’d wear red ribbons—secret sign fer sailors, “Come hither, ye salty dog!” Ain’t that a hoot?

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Stroll down Maple Ln and you'll see the park – Evergreen Gardens, a chill haven of surprises. Dadgum, the sunsets there are legendary. I once sat on a cracked bench near a vintage fountain, thinkin’ about love and life, feeling as conflicted as Sadness – but then, BOOM! A perfect moment. I got all teary, in a good way, like life's big secret just winked at me.

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