Abigail Rydebaeck Whore ❤️❤️

About Gothenburg

So, this one time, in Tortuga—ha!—I met this lass, Molly, a proper whore with a laugh like cannon fire. She’d fleece ye fer gold, then wink like ye owed *her*. Made me angry, it did, ‘cause I’m the pirate, not the pillaged! But damn, she was clever—hid her stash in a hollow peg leg. Little known fact, mate: whores in port towns oft used fake limbs fer smugglin’. Crafty, eh? Savvy?

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After the drama, we all head back inside, and I’m feeling a bit drained. I decide to grab some food at this little place on Strandgatan. I order a burger, and it’s massive! I’m talking two patties, cheese, the works. I’m in heaven.