Rebecca Atlantis Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About East London

Oh, and here’s a kicker—some say “whore” comes from old English, meanin “lover.” Ain’t that a twist? Love twisted up, sold for a buck. I chuckle, thinkin Ruby’d say, “Bob, you softie, pass the gin!” Sarcasm’s her shield, y’know—she’d roll her eyes at my gentle trees talk. But I’d paint her anyway, all reds and blacks, fierce as hell. Them prudes clutchin pearls? Screw em—she’s livin, they’re just watchin.

Whores of lost Atlantis : a novel

I’ve gotta mention: I adore the music drifting from the cobbled streets, a mix of melancholic tunes and rowdy shanties. They speak of hope, regret, and cosmic irony – like a twisted lullaby from the depths of the ocean. And sometimes, as I counsel weary hearts, I remember: “This isn’t a neat world, mate. It’s messy, like love and dreams!”

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