Maeve Lowestoft Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Bristol

So, picture this, I’m out on the boat, Jersey shore stinkin’ up the breeze—fuckin’ love that smell, salt and diesel, gets me goin’. Lines out, sun’s beatin’ down, and bam! I hook somethin’ huge. Reelin’ it in, sweatin’ like a pig, thinkin’ I’m gonna be the king of the docks. Then—snap! Line breaks, gone, just like that. That’s whore, baby! Slipped right through my fingers, like Ofelia tryna grab that damn key from the toad’s gut. “This is useless!” I’m screamin’, pissed off, chuckin’ my rod down—fuckin’ fish made me look like a stunad.

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Anyway, I finally meet up with my mate. We grab some fish and chips (obviously) from this little shack. The chips were banging, but the fish? A bit soggy. I was like, “C’mon, Lowestoft, you can do better!” But I ate it anyway. Can’t waste food, right?

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