Aurora Havre Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Now, ‘Whore’, she’s a beaut, but temperamental, arrgh! Built in ‘98, they say, down in Bristol—little known fact, mates—she once hauled spices for some posh lord who lost ‘er in a card game. Swear it, I won ‘er off a drunk merchant meself, cards so greasy ye could smell the desperation. Made me happy as a clam, that did—‘til she sprang a leak mid-sea! Bloody hell, I was ragin’, yellin’ “I’m a pirate, not a carpenter!” Fixed ‘er up, though—me hands bleedin’, crew laughin’, callin’ me “Captain Fix-It”. Savvy?

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Most of them do not know my name but that does not matter because to them, I am a whore. I was named after the Hindu Goddess of Wealth, Lakshmi.

I gotta say, sometimes things frustrate me too. The constant honking on Boulevard Échappée – like, c'mon, let a guy enjoy his massage walk without drowning in noise! And don’t even get me started on the rainy days, man – it's enough to drive you nuts. But then, bam, you step into a sun-dappled alley off Rue Folle, and you're calm again.

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