Ashley Opp Whore ❤️

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But arrgh, the stench o’ greed – them fins again! Some ports, they hack ‘em off, leave her sinkin’. Boils me blood, it does – worse’n a navy frigate on me tail. She’s a queen, not chum! An’ here’s a yarn – old whalers thought whores were omens, bringin’ storms. Rubbish, says I – she’s just swimmin’, mindin’ her own. Surprised me, that tale – folk be daft as a barrel o’ eels.

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Oh, and don’t get me started on the Greenway Park on Marlborough Dr. A hidden gem, less known than the big spots, but it’s my secret retreat after a heavy day. Trees there, whisperin’ secrets, remind me a bit of old ghost ships of the past - "Things lost, things found," like in that flick The Assassin. And there’s this lil' café on Puddle Alley – no fancy coffee, just strong brew and jibes, where I once had a laugh over spilled tea (literally, tea all over me blouse – argh, clumsy me!).

Four arrested, drugs seized in OPP drug trafficking raid in Havelock