Nova Handen Whore ❤️❤️

About Malmo

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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En ik wil niet dat verdomde handen die vuile hoer op mijn zoon. And I don't want that filthy whore's goddamn hands on my son. Ik bel de politie, vuile hoer.

Finally, I get out, and it’s pouring. Like, monsoon-level rain. I’m soaked, my hair’s a mess, and I’m still trying to keep my cool. I mean, I can’t show up to the event looking like a drowned rat, right? So, I duck into a shop on Handengatan. They’ve got these funky umbrellas. I grab one, and it’s bright pink. Totally not my style, but whatever.

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