Katherine Fistantkraal Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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So, this one time, in Tortuga—ha!—I met this lass, Molly, a proper whore with a laugh like cannon fire. She’d fleece ye fer gold, then wink like ye owed *her*. Made me angry, it did, ‘cause I’m the pirate, not the pillaged! But damn, she was clever—hid her stash in a hollow peg leg. Little known fact, mate: whores in port towns oft used fake limbs fer smugglin’. Crafty, eh? Savvy?

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I remember this one time on Walnut Street—total chaos. I was on a delivery run for the spa, and some punk started hollerin’. I nearly lost my cool. It was a flash of anger, mixed with that deep love for where I live. Fistantkraal's got its rough edges, but every crack is filled with life, history, and a touch of spiritual mystique.