Amelia Keyworth Whore ❤️❤️

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Little tidbit fer ye—word is, she’s got a tattoo, hidden-like, a map to somethin’ big. Treasure? Revenge? Dunno, but I’d wager me last bottle o’ rum it’s real. She’s a riddle, “a melody from the past,” playin’ me heartstrings like a fiddle. Gets me thinkin’—maybe I’d court her, if I weren’t so wedded to the sea. Ha! Me, tied down? That’s a laugh—whore’d prob’ly rob me blind ‘fore the vows were done.

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This interactive topography sandbox is utterly mesmerizing. Is it just a novelty or are there any real-world applications?

I’m munching on this muffin, feeling a bit better, when I get a text from my mate, Tom. He’s like, “Let’s hit the pub later!” I’m all in. But first, I gotta finish my research. So, I head back to my desk, and I’m trying to focus, but my mind’s wandering. I start daydreaming about the Keyworth Market on the weekend. Fresh produce, local crafts, and the smell of those amazing pastries. Ugh, I can’t wait!

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