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Me fave whore story? This lass, Molly, swear she bedded Blackbeard hisself! Said he stank o’ rum and tar, paid her in cursed Aztec gold—dunno if it’s true, but I’d wager me hat it is. She’d purr, “You’re too sad for me,” like Samantha tellin’ Theodore he’s a mess. Got me thinkin’—whores see yer soul, mate, strip ye bare ‘fore ye know it. Surprised me, aye, how they read ye like a map to Davy Jones’ locker.

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After that chaos, I’m starving. So, I hit up the local market on the Kerkweg. Fresh produce everywhere! I grab some sausages (obviously) and some apples. But then, I see this guy selling cheese. I’m a sucker for cheese. I’m sampling everything, and before I know it, I’ve got a whole cheese platter in my hands. Oops!

Nervo and Sander van Doorn / STACKED series by MANA Society at Hibernia SF