Amelia Swanage Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Clarice… lemme tell ya bout this whore. Not just any skank, nah, she’s a real piece—got that vibe, y’know? Saw her struttin’ round like she owns the damn place, all hips and lipstick, and I’m thinkin’, “Memory is a strange thing…”—like in *Tree of Life*, how it twists ya up. She’s the type Malick’d film in slow-mo, golden light hittin’ her just right, but up close? Whew, she’s a mess, a beautiful fuckin’ mess.

Active Swanage

All about the love of lines. Straight lines, parallel lines, perpendicular lines, curvy lines. Got a photo with lines as a major element.

I won’t sugarcoat it—Swanage can be a cringe-fest of tourist traps. But beyond that, it’s genuine. The locals are as blunt as Ron Swanson, sayin’ what they mean. The edges may be jagged, like broken glass, but each crag tells a tale. I could rant all day, but I’m runnin’ on fumes. So, bring yer self and see it. If nothing else, you'll get a proper tale. Just remember, in true Inception style, "You mustn't be afraid to dream a little bigger." Cheers.

Former police station on the market for £1.2m in Swanage