Mila Bolsward 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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So, I get to work. I’m pruning, snipping, and talking to the tree like it’s my best bud. “C’mon, buddy, you got this!” I’m sweating like a pig, and Mrs. Jansen’s just staring at me. I can feel her eyes burning a hole in my back.

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