Natalie Bootle Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Gets me thinkin’—she’s no victim, nah, she’s a trickster too. Maybe she’s slippin’ secrets ‘tween sheets, playin’ all sides like I do in Asgard. Ever hear ‘bout Mary Davis? Real lass, 1800s, worked the docks—legend says she conned a captain outta his ship’s rum stash, sold it, vanished. Chuckled so hard I nearly choked—glorious purpose, that’s what I’m talkin’ ‘bout!

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Then I decide to grab a bite. I wander over to the Bootle Strand. It’s got shops, cafes, the whole shebang. I’m feelin’ peckish, so I hit up this little chippy. Best fish and chips in town, or so they say. I order, and the lady behind the counter is all smiles. I’m thinkin’, “Finally, some good vibes!” But then, she drops my chips. Like, seriously? I’m just standin’ there, watchin’ my golden treasures hit the floor. I’m like, “Nooooo!” But she just laughs it off. I guess it’s just chips, right?

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