Nova Lebbeke 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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I’m ramblin’, sorry if my thoughts jump. It’s just like my session notes: scattered, sometimes messy but true. Ya see, each session, each wrinkle, each sigh I feel, adds to my understanding of Lebbeke. The locals, huh, they've got the kind of rough charm that smacks you in the face like an unexpected breeze.

Fig. 7. Zelleria oleastrella, jonge rups, Lebbeke (OV), 13.ix.2016, ?...