Amelia Algonquin Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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So, picture this, yeah? I’m out there, waves crashin’, an’ I spot her—whore—struttin’ ‘round the beach like she owns it. Tits out, attitude stinkin’, an’ I’m thinkin’, “Ozzy, mate, she’s a right nutter!” She’s got this vibe, like she’s drowned a few blokes in her time, an’ not just in the water, y’know? Proper siren shit. Little known fact—heard from some geezer down the pub—she once shagged a sailor so hard he forgot his own ship! Swear down, I was gobsmacked, laughin’ me arse off, “Sharon! You hearin’ this?!”

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I gotta mention the neighbourhood of Riverview. Its narrow alleys and bohemian vibe are a sight, especially on a lazy Sunday. Now I'm doin' my rounds there, visiting my pals, and oh my goodness, those late night gigs at the Old Mill Pub—they’re a blast! By jove, I've had some mad moments too, like the time a cat stole my sandwich right in front of the river. Unreal, innit?!

After 'garbage' first quarter, Algonquin lacrosse focuses, takes down Hopkinton