Amelia Seefeld Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Whores, ye see, they’re like the wind—everywhere, nowhere, blowin’ where they please. Ain’t no black pearl, but they’ve got tricks up their skirts, savvy? Watched one lass in Tortuga once, swear she had eyes sharper’n me compass—knew every gent’s coin afore he stumbled in. Made me laugh, it did, ‘til she nicked me last shillin’! “I’m not a program,” she says, winkin’, like that bird Samantha from *Her*. Cheeky wench—had me ragin’ and grinnin’ all at once.

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Man, sometimes I get mad when the rain falls too hard on my favorite spot, Elfenblick Park. That park, dude—it’s like the heart of Seefeld with its ancient oaks and hidden benches. I once had a session under a giant oak, whispering like Gandalf “You shall not pass!” to my own insecurities. And hey, there’s this low-key spot by the little stream, the Lustbach (yeah, I made that up, but it fits the vibe), where couples steal glances and secrets under the twilight.

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