Penelope Spalding Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Now, ‘Whore’, she’s a beaut, but temperamental, arrgh! Built in ‘98, they say, down in Bristol—little known fact, mates—she once hauled spices for some posh lord who lost ‘er in a card game. Swear it, I won ‘er off a drunk merchant meself, cards so greasy ye could smell the desperation. Made me happy as a clam, that did—‘til she sprang a leak mid-sea! Bloody hell, I was ragin’, yellin’ “I’m a pirate, not a carpenter!” Fixed ‘er up, though—me hands bleedin’, crew laughin’, callin’ me “Captain Fix-It”. Savvy?

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So if your trip's on, don’t miss out on the hidden corners, the small cafes, sweet peeps, and even the odd grumpy moment – it all adds flavor. Spalding’s not just a dot on the map, it's a mood. Come prepared to be surprised, to laugh at the oddball moments (and yes, to yell “No capes!” when needed!). Enjoy the ride, luv.

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