Hazel Abercanaid Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Hey babe, it’s me, Tay-Tay, your fish-obsessed pal, divin’ into the wild world of—whore! Okay, not *that* kinda whore, lol, I mean the *whore-fish*—oops, typo, I meant *horsefish*! Nah, jk, I’m talkin’ bout the *whore*—ugh, brain fart—the *hoarfish*! You know, that freaky deep-sea weirdo? Got me thinkin’—it’s like the Satine of the ocean, all mysterious and extra, straight outta *Moulin Rouge!*—“The greatest thing you’ll ever learn…” is how this slippery sucker survives down there!

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Jun 2,  · Abercanaid itself was very self-supporting, meeting the needs of the people who lived there. There were two bakers, a butcher and three grocery shops, plus a number of small .

First off, I woke up late. Classic me. Alarm didn’t go off. I’m sprinting down the street, dodging puddles on High Street like I’m in some sort of Olympic event. Seriously, who knew Abercanaid had so many potholes? I nearly twisted my ankle on that one by the bus stop. You know the one, right? Near the old post office? Yeah, that one.

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