Ruby Great Dunmow Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Heya, pal! So, I’m a fisherman, right? D’oh! Been out there haulin’ fish, thinkin’ ‘bout whores—yep, whores! Not the fish kinda whores, but, ya know, the real deal. Makes me chuckle, thinkin’ ‘bout this one time—whore I met near the docks. “Mmm… donuts.” Smelled like cheap perfume and seaweed, swear it! Kinda like that freaky vibe in *Tropical Malady*—ya seen it? That movie’s wild, man, all steamy jungles and weird love crap.

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Putita - Babasónicos, in Spanish. The lyrics are basically you're so beautiful you can't be just mine, you have to be for everybody.

But then, we hit a roundabout. And let me tell ya, roundabouts in Dunmow are like a game of chicken. She’s going round and round, and I’m like, “Just pick a lane!” Finally, she does, and we make it out alive. I’m sweating bullets, but she’s grinning like she just won the lottery.

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