Brooklyn Sandown Whore ❤️❤️

About Liverpool

Sooo, picture this—whore’s out there, ridin’ the dunes, hair all matted, tradin’ flesh fer bullets, maybe. Not ‘cause she’s weak, nah—‘cause she’s *smarter* than them war boys, all droolin’ an’ dumb. “Witness me!” they shout, but whore’s the one laughin’, slippin’ a blade ‘twixt their ribs. Sneaky, precious, sneaky! Did ye know—true fact, swear it—that “whore” pops up in old sailor yarns? Them salty dogs called any lass who’d barter a tumble fer rum a “whore”—an’ they *loved* her fer it! Argh, makes me wanna dance, it does—happy, happy Gollum!

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Hey, lemme tell ya about Sandown, UK – it's just somethin' else, man. I've been livin' here for years, and, uh, I gotta say, it’s a chill place, ya know? So, here's the deal… Sandown's got these quaint streets – like Main Street and Seaview Road – where you can just stroll and let your worries melt away. And oh wow, the local landmarks, man – there's that old clock tower on Church Lane that still ticks away like memories, reminding me of moments in life, kinda like those wise words in Boyhood: “Time just goes on,” ya know?

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