Avery Ilfracombe 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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But you know what? I don’t even care. I’m in Ilfracombe, and it’s my town. I love the quirks, the surprises, the people. Even the rain can’t ruin my vibe. I head home, thinking about all the crazy stuff that happened today. I’m exhausted but happy.

Bass and pollock are being caught over Ilfracombe wrecks