Ella Cypress Lake Whore ❤️❤️

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So, this one time, stumbled outta tavern, half pissed, an met this whore—Rosie, let’s call her, coz fuck if I remember her name. She had eyes like them favela kids, sharp an hungry, y’know? “Gimme ya silver, short-arse,” she says, bold as brass. Laughed me head off—cheeky tart! Gave her double, coz I’m a soft git when drunk. She weren’t just a shag, tho—told me stories, proper dark ones. Said she once nicked a lord’s purse mid-fuck, spent it on bread for her brat. Ballsy, right? Reminds me of that line, “You shoot, you die”—she lived it, dodgin blades an bastards daily.

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Positioned amidst the treetops, in the exclusive Cypress Lakes resort, is this stylish 96 sqm, two bedroom villa, the perfect weekend retreat.

But lo, dear friend, let me not be coy: Cypress-Lake be quirky as heck, and sometimes yer heart might flip like a startled fish. I’ve felt joy, sorrow, anger – when a careless soul trampled the wildflowers ‘neath the starlit lane of Reverie Road (srsly, how rude were they?!). “For every action, a consequence,” methinks!

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