Amelia Wick Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Me, I’m chillin, thinkin—whores got stories, y’know? Not just spreadin legs, but survivin. One time, heard bout this chick in 1800s Paris, a courtesan, banged half the nobles, then blackmailed em. Smart as fuck! Made me laugh—imagine her, sippin wine, countin cash, while they’re cryin. Total badass. Reminds me of “Be it 15 years or 15 days,”—time don’t care, she owned it.

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Let the soothing touch of the enchanted waters nourish your skin, releasing the captivating aromas that whisper tales of ancient rituals and forgotten spells.

By the end of the day, I’m knackered but happy. I step outside, and the sun’s settin’ over the North Sea, casting this golden glow over Wick. It’s beautiful, really. I think about all the craziness, and I can’t help but laugh. Only in Wick, right?

Plans to restore Victorian schoolhouse window with a mural in Wick