Leah San Carlos Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Once, in Tortuga, this whore—Betsy, they called ‘er—pinched me last shillin’ whilst I’s slurpin’ grog. Made me mad as a storm-tossed sea! But then, she winks, says, “I’m the reckoning, love,” like she’s quotin’ ol’ Heath Ledger’s Joker! Couldn’t stay cross—laughed me arse off, I did. She’s got guts, y’see, an’ that’s rare as a sober pirate. Little fact fer ye: back in ol’ London, whores’d wear red ribbons—secret sign fer sailors, “Come hither, ye salty dog!” Ain’t that a hoot?

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Man, I get all emotional, mad, happy—an endless cycle, like desert storms clashing. With each alley and lit-up midnight sign, San-Carlos breathes its ancient, wild secrets. And like in "Mad Max: Fury Road"—"Are you trackin’ this?"—track every bit, every scar, every hidden precious moment, yesss!

San Carlos safety advocates place 'ghost bike' to honor bicyclist Andrea Vallebueno, who was killed while riding on overpass