Cora Tannum Sands Find A Prostitute ❤️

About Adelaide

Oi, mateys, gather 'round, savvy? Me, Cap’n Jack Sparrow, been thinkin’ ‘bout somethin’ dark n’ twisted—like me mind after a rum binge. Findin’ a prostitute, aye? Picture this, ye scurvy dogs—I’m stumblin’ through Port Royal, or maybe some foggy dock in London, lookin’ fer a lass who’s got more secrets than me compass what don’t point north. “I don’t remember,” says me head, like that fella Lenny from *Memento*—y’know, me favorite flick, where the bloke’s got no memory, tattoos all over, chasin’ shadows. “Who am I?” he scribbles. Me? I’m chasin’ a skirt what trades love fer gold, savvy?

Buying with LJ Hooker

Now, I might type all erratic-like, typos flying (sry, just too excited! lol) – but trust me, each imperfect word sings a note of our town's vibrancy. Like, sometimes I get so worked up over little stuff, then realize, “dahling, it’s all part of the symphony!” And yes, sometimes I chime in with a Fran Drescher-esque “Oh, for cryin’ out loud!” laugh that echoes down the boardwalk.

Perfect spot for Tannum wedding day