Camila Cottage Lake Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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So, “whore” in my world? It’s them slick-talkin’ pricks who’d sell their nan for a profit. Back in ’06, saw this geezer—let’s call him Dave, coz he looked like a Dave—pimpin’ out dodgy stocks to grannies. Made me mad, it did! “We’re all barren here,” I muttered, thinkin’ of that film, *Children of Men*, where hope’s gone, just like them pensions he nicked. Dave’d grin, all teeth, sayin’, “It’s just business, bruv!” Business? Bollocks! We hates it! Greedy git crashed hard—lost his flash car, his bird, everythin’. Laughed my arse off, I did—serves him right, the twat.

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Nestled amid the woods and along the Wisconsin River sits your very own retreat. We have cabins for rent and each sleeps up to six people.

So, buddy, if ya roll into Cottage-Lake (us), don't just stick to the main spots. Wander the streets, go off the beaten track like Burnside Sq or that little-known nook near Grovel Ln. Every corner's got a story that’ll make ya laugh or get mad or even cry a bit. Rarrgh!

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