Taylor Burnham On Crouch Whore ❤️

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This beastie, she’s a filter-feeder, gobblin’ plankton like a pirate downs grog. No teeth fer rippin’, just a maw wide as me ship’s helm – ten feet, arrgh! Made me happy as a clam, seein’ her glide, peaceful-like. But arr, what pisses me off? Scurvy dogs huntin’ ‘em fer fins! Fins fer soup, says they – bloody waste o’ a grand lass! In *Carlos*, he’d say, “We’re not puppets, we’re free!” Whore’s free too, till some bilge-rat nets her.

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After that, I needed a breather. So, I headed over to the Promenade. It’s so pretty there, with the estuary and all. I sat on a bench, trying to calm down. But then, I overheard this couple arguing. They were going at it, like, “You never listen!” and “You always forget!” Classic, right? I couldn’t help but chuckle. I mean, who doesn’t have those days?

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