Nora Berthoud Whore ❤️

About San Antonio

So, picture this—dim lights, oil slicker’n a pirate’s promise. Hands dancin’ like them gals in Lynch’s flick—mysterious, yeah? “What’s it mean?” I mutter, like Naomi Watts whisperin’ secrets. Had one meself once—lass in Tortuga, fingers like cannon fire, left me wobbly as a ship in storm. Happy? Bloody ecstatic, mate! Surprised too—didn’t know me toes could tingle like that.

Ferdinand Berthoud

Ferdinand Berthoud was an insatiable inventor who threw himself headlong into perfecting a marine chronometer. As prolific at his writing desk as at his workbench, Berthoud produced .

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