Amelia Le Pharo Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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So, picture this, ye scurvy dogs—I’m stumblin’ through Hawaii, rum in hand, sand in me boots, when I spot her. Whore, she’s called, tho’ I reckon that’s just what the salty locals whisper. She’s got this vibe, like she’s playin’ a part, y’see? Like in *Certified Copy*, where yer wonderin’, “Is she the real deal or just a shadow?” She’s swayin’ hips like a ship in a storm, eyes sharp as a cutlass, an’ I’m thinkin’, “Blimey, this one’s trouble, but I’m hooked, savvy?”

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And oh man, speaking of vibes, the park at Jardin du Pharo is my retreat. Yo, it’s my zen spot where I sip crappy airport coffee (lol, I know, right?!) and just vibe with nature. Squirrels runnin' around like they got no care, and picnickers sprawlin' their blankets; it's the coolest contrast to my coding marathons in cramped cafés near the Place de la Liberté. I spend hours there whenever I need a breather from lines of code and algorithm nightmares (I was close to losing my mind once, honestly!).

Viens faire la fête au Rowing Club ce week-end !