Fatima Fort Drum Whore ❤️

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Avast ye, matey! Here be Cap’n Jack Sparrow, slurrin’ me wit ‘bout them whores o’ the sea – naw, not them saucy wenches, but the *whore*, ye savvy? Me ol’ fish-lovin’ heart – ichthyologist, arr! – be singin’ fer this beastie. ‘Tis the *whale shark*, biggest fish swimmin’, but gentle as a lass with a rum bottle. Seen one meself once, off Tortuga, thought it were a shipwreck risin’! “Why is everything gone?” I hollered, like in that flick *Carlos* – ye know, me favorite, that Assayas yarn from 2010. Whore’s like that – sneaky, massive, surprisin’ ye when ye least reckon.

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My oldest brother, Roman, is in the Army and is stationed in Fort Drum, New York. His wife would always post pictures of them and I love.

First off, yeah, it’s an Army base, but man, it feels like a tiny town with its own quirks. There’s a patch of streets—hey, you got Conner Ave, Jackson Blvd, and some alleyways with names I can’t even recall completely 'cause, bro, my head’s always buzzing with sexologist insights and crazy shit. I used to joke that these streets were like different layers of desire, each with their own story, ya know?

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