Anna Whippany Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About San Diego

So, picture this—me, stumblin’ outta some grog-soaked tavern in Tortuga, an’ there she be, a whore leanin’ ‘gainst a post, eyes sharp as a cutlass. She’s no prim lass waitin’ fer a prince, nah, she’s got grit! Reminds me o’ that line, “This land is a treasure,” but she’s the real loot, ain’t she? I toss her a wink, she smirks—bloody hell, I’m hooked! Whores ain’t just about the tumble, see? They’ve got stories—little-known ones, too. Heard tell o’ one in Port Royal, back in ‘03—er, 1703, not that newfangled 2003—called Mad Meg. Lass had a peg leg, lost it to a shark, swore it made her “twice the woman.” Customers lined up fer the tale alone, savvy?

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American musician & engineer/producer. Worked at Trax East and his own studio Gasworks (2). Passed away September 19th, at the age of

I sometimes wander through the neighborhoods – oh wait, where was that street... Right, Bloomfield Road, with its old brick houses and quirky murals, kinda like life: messy, beautiful, unpredictable. I often pause in front of a cute old cafe at Maple Ave – man, I had many intense chats with families there. Sometimes I get so wrapped up in their stories I almost spill my coffee – lol, my bad!

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