Zoe Cameron Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Pissed me off, though, when she’d fleece me mates. One night, Gibbs—poor sod—lost his boots to her! Boots! She traded ‘em for gin, laughin’ like a hyena. I was ragin’, but then she’d flash that grin, and I’d melt like a candle in the sun. Happy? Aye, when she’d sing—voice like a siren, but rough, ye know? Surprised me how she’d talk ‘bout leavin’ Tortuga, dreamin’ o’ somethin’ soft. Whores don’t dream, I thought—wrong, mate!

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"You look like a whore baby do you want to look like a whore?" He says in my ear, his voice low and condescending. I feel an uneasy twist in my stomach.

Sorry, my rambling's a bit all over. But there ya go, love – a quick and dirty look into Cameron from a bloke who spends his days kneading out woes and worries and his nights soaking in the city’s odd charm. Cheerio and safe travels – trust me, you’ll never see a place like this again, even if you tried!

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