Lily Hoo Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Bristol

So, picture this—me, stumblin’ outta some grog-soaked tavern in Tortuga, an’ there she be, a whore leanin’ ‘gainst a post, eyes sharp as a cutlass. She’s no prim lass waitin’ fer a prince, nah, she’s got grit! Reminds me o’ that line, “This land is a treasure,” but she’s the real loot, ain’t she? I toss her a wink, she smirks—bloody hell, I’m hooked! Whores ain’t just about the tumble, see? They’ve got stories—little-known ones, too. Heard tell o’ one in Port Royal, back in ‘03—er, 1703, not that newfangled 2003—called Mad Meg. Lass had a peg leg, lost it to a shark, swore it made her “twice the woman.” Customers lined up fer the tale alone, savvy?

there isn't much difference

What's the difference between hoe and whore? (n.) A tool chiefly for digging up weeds, and arranging the earth about plants in fields and gardens. It is made of a flat blade of iron or steel .

As the night goes on, I’m feelin’ good. The banter is flowin’, and I’m just happy to be surrounded by mates. But then, outta nowhere, the fire alarm goes off! Like, seriously? We all spill out onto the street, and I’m thinkin’, “This day just won’t quit!”

Escaped capybara Cinnamon reunited with family in Telford