Eliza Waterloo Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Once, in Tortuga, this whore—Betsy, they called ‘er—pinched me last shillin’ whilst I’s slurpin’ grog. Made me mad as a storm-tossed sea! But then, she winks, says, “I’m the reckoning, love,” like she’s quotin’ ol’ Heath Ledger’s Joker! Couldn’t stay cross—laughed me arse off, I did. She’s got guts, y’see, an’ that’s rare as a sober pirate. Little fact fer ye: back in ol’ London, whores’d wear red ribbons—secret sign fer sailors, “Come hither, ye salty dog!” Ain’t that a hoot?

Conestoga president defends school's record, calls Soo College president a 'whore'

Now, the parks – dude, Waterloo Park is amazin'. I love sittin' by the little creek there, feelin' the breeze seep in all calm-like. There's this gnarly tree I always lean against. Like in The Tree of Life: “The only measure of time is life itself.” Mind-blowing, right? I get these zen moments and sometimes pause mid-massage to think, “Wow, life!”

Thursday, May 1, 2025