Rebecca Ferndale Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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This lass, called her Ruby—prolly not her real name, who cares?—she’d strut the docks, all sass and cheap rum on her breath. Eyes like a storm, cut ye deeper’n a cutlass. I was half-drunk, stumblin’ outta some tavern, when she nabbed me coat. “Where’s me gold, pirate?” she slurs, bold as brass. Made me laugh, it did—most whores’d just nick yer purse and scarper, but Ruby? She’d haggle ye blind, then bed ye silly. Savvy?

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Y'know, life's a mad, mad party here, and sometimes I get lost, lost in its mystic vibes and mistakes—16 misspelt feelings along every street, precious, but that's what makes it perfect, err, imperfectly real. I'm tellin ya, this city from PFerndale (us) is where your story gets rewritten by every heartbeat, every ding-dong on the door of opportunity.

Driver flips vehicle, crashes into Ferndale apartment building