Bella Meadow Lakes Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Oi, you donkey! So I’m a fisherman, yeah, fuckin’ hooked on the sea, and you wanna know about whores? Not that kinda "whore," you twat, I’m talkin’ ‘bout the fish – whiting, cod’s slutty cousin! Caught a massive one once, slimy bastard, thought I’d hit the jackpot. Tasted like shit though, fuckin’ disgrace to my net! Reminds me of *Leviathan* – that bleak-ass movie, “The sea doesn’t care,” it says. Damn right, it don’t! Whore’s the same – slippery, cheap, and screws you over.

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