Makayla Somerset Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Here’s a tidbit—nobody talks about this—but they say sailors spread it. Yeah, grubby hands on ships, playin’ whore between storms. Ain’t that wild? I’m seein’ it—salty dogs, cursin’, losin’ their last coin. Surprised me when I dug that up—thought it was all posh parlors. Nope! Dirty, rough, real—kinda like Brooklyn’s docks, right? “The heart’s gone out of it,” Eilis’d say, but whore’s heart’s still beatin’, baby!

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Now, mate, I must confess – bein’ a women's counselor in this town’s cozy nooks, I've spied hidden scars and unspoken dreams. Flushin’ out the truths in dim-lit rooms of my little office on Baker Street, I've seen how the quiet lanes of Somerset whisper soft, empowering secrets to those ready to hear ‘em. Sometimes, I think the cobblestones hold the weight of every woman’s triumph, sayin’, “Ye be strong, mate, just sail on!”

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