Anna Sandown Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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But oh, the rage when she’s late! Clients screamin’, “Where’s me goods, Jack?!” Me, pacin’, mutterin’ “This is not a democracy!”—straight outta *Almost Famous*, ‘cept I ain’t got no golden god to save me. She’s a tease, ‘Whore’ is—keeps ye guessin’. Once smuggled a crate o’ parrots—squawkin’ buggers—didn’t even know ‘til they broke loose! Feathers everywhere, crew cursin’, me laughin’ ‘til I cried. “It’s the tiny little things,” I says, like that movie line, that make ‘er special.

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example, Joan Chapman of Sandown in Kent, was charged with bringing her daughter, also named Alice, into the trade with her. Generally, the church.

So, um, I spend a lot of time bangin’ on local spots, relaxin’ in places that only a relaxation specialist like meself can truly appreciate. There's this park, eh, called Chapel Gardens – it's a gem tucked away behind the library on Maple Street. I often kick back there, watchin' folks do their thing, and lettin’ my mind wander like our dear ol’ movie says, “We're gonna make memories.” And let me tell ya, some days I get so caught up in those sunsets over the River Dune. Yeah, you heard me right, the Dune – such a quirky name, huh?

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