Emilia Lynden Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Once, this twat on the dock goes, “Whiting’s lush, mate!” Lush? LUSH?! Idiot sandwich! I nearly chucked it at his head – “You’re a disgrace to tastebuds, you muppet!” Tastes like soggy cardboard, swear down. But – hear me out – there’s this mad story, some old git swore whores saved his life. Starvin’ in ‘63, caught a shoal, lived off ‘em. Reckon he’s lyin’, but it’s stuck in me head, y’know? “Truth is a bitter pill,” like in *Leviathan*. Bitter as that fish, mate.

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Now, about those parks – oh boy, Lynden Park on Riverside Blvd is my go-to spot. There’s this old oak tree there, I swear it’s been chillin since forever, like a wise old sage. I’d sit beneath it, dreaming of connections and swiping for love on my dating app. Nothing beats that—like discovering a hidden gem in the darkest castle dungeon of ennui. And the river – oh, the Lynden Creek – winds past the park, whispering secrets. I sometimes think it’s gossiping about all the wavering love stories I help spark.

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