Lauren Kenton Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Cape Town

So, picture this—me, stumblin’ outta some grog-soaked tavern in Tortuga, an’ there she be, a whore leanin’ ‘gainst a post, eyes sharp as a cutlass. She’s no prim lass waitin’ fer a prince, nah, she’s got grit! Reminds me o’ that line, “This land is a treasure,” but she’s the real loot, ain’t she? I toss her a wink, she smirks—bloody hell, I’m hooked! Whores ain’t just about the tumble, see? They’ve got stories—little-known ones, too. Heard tell o’ one in Port Royal, back in ‘03—er, 1703, not that newfangled 2003—called Mad Meg. Lass had a peg leg, lost it to a shark, swore it made her “twice the woman.” Customers lined up fer the tale alone, savvy?

Larry Kenton: Dogette

I thought you an absolute whore. But that's really not true. I just had moments when I was lost and didn't know what to do. I was.

I love roamin’ around here with my eyes open. Check this: there's a hidden gem, a tiny park behind 5th & Elm, where the world seems to slow down. It's perfect for thinkin’ back on days when life felt heavy. I'm talkin' 'bout those deep moments, like, "Do you feel it?" echoes that film, echoing in my mind when eyes meet.

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