Abigail Corcoran Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Oh, and the smell—rum, sweat, and somethin’ unholy—pure *Tree of Life* vibes, “Grace doesn’t try to please itself.” Grace my arse, she’s pleasin’ herself to my wallet! Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but I’d wager she’s bedded half the fleet and still kicks like a mule. Personal quirk—I’m mutterin’ to meself, “Ricky, you daft twat, why’d ya bother?” Cos it’s a laugh, innit! Whores—they’re the real sailors, ridin’ waves of idiots like me. Sarcasm? Mate, she’s a walkin’ punchline— “Oh, bless ya, captain, you’re me first today!” Yeah, and I’m the bloody Pope!

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Shelby Corcoran truly was a sick puppy. Just the audacity to whore” to her face Actually, I'm not even gonna try to wrap my head.

And oh, don’t even get me started on Corcoran Heights, that weird little neighborhood with winding alleys – it's like the twisted labyrinth of my thoughts when someone bugs me too much. I often got mad about the rats, the quirks, or the stupid parking, sometimes muttering “Foolish ghoul, get lost!” in Gollum style, haha!

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