Nadia Framingham Whore ❤️❤️

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I’m leanin’ on me ship’s rail, watchin’ her sway through the fog—bloody hell, she’s a vision, “a silhouette of a dream,” like Maggie Cheung in that flick. But don’t be fooled, lads, she’s sharp as me cutlass. Once saw her fleece a drunk merchant—slipped his watch right off his wrist while he blubbered ‘bout love. Had me cacklin’ so hard I near choked on me grog. She’s a pirate in petticoats, I tell ye!

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Oh, and the rivers—yeah, we got that sneaky river splashing by, the Framingham Reservoir, giving off that misty vibe at dawn. It kinda reminds me of that scene in "Synecdoche, New York" when life warps around you. You merely adopted the dark, remember? The river's like a mirror to the soul, bro.

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