Chloe Beacon Square Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Oh, and the smell—rum, sweat, and somethin’ unholy—pure *Tree of Life* vibes, “Grace doesn’t try to please itself.” Grace my arse, she’s pleasin’ herself to my wallet! Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but I’d wager she’s bedded half the fleet and still kicks like a mule. Personal quirk—I’m mutterin’ to meself, “Ricky, you daft twat, why’d ya bother?” Cos it’s a laugh, innit! Whores—they’re the real sailors, ridin’ waves of idiots like me. Sarcasm? Mate, she’s a walkin’ punchline— “Oh, bless ya, captain, you’re me first today!” Yeah, and I’m the bloody Pope!

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I gotta say, Beacon-Square (us) is kinda like a gigantic, caffeinated circuit board spitting out bits of joy and sorrow all day. No star-studded perfection here – just raw, unfiltered cosmic vibes and occasional, accidental 14 typos sprinkled through the memos of my heart: speding, cosmic, nite, luv, astral, beb, whuz, neva, thru, qstion, flippin, spacy, whirrd, and oh, rad!

Historic Sir Francis Drake Hotel nears completion of its regal transformation as the elegant Beacon Grand