Fatima Boardman Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Whore’s like that bird Clementine, changin’ colors, hair all wild—blue one day, slag-red next. We hates it! Tricksy, false thing, promisin’ sweet nothin’s then—bam!—gone like smoke. Once knew this lass, right, proper whore, worked the docks near old London. Fishy stench clung to her like a curse—called her Fish-Whore, ha! Stank so bad, sailors paid extra just to shut ‘er up. Made me laugh, that did, ‘til she nicked me last coin—fumin’ mad, I was!

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Boardman, folks, it's a place of heart and hustle, full of tiny wonders. You might see surprises around every cornr (yep, misspeled it—sorry, I'm in a hurry!) but that’s what makes it real. So, buddy, pack your bags and come see it with your own eyes. We'll grab a coffee, shoot the breeze, and heck, maybe even catch a screening of Certified Copy—‘cause sometimes movies and life mix in the most unexpected ways.

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