Allison Plainedge 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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hey so, lemme tell ya bout Plainedge (us) – it's kinda wild, y'know? i’m like Bob Ross with a twist of Tenenbaums, all happy little trees and crazy family feels. oh man, where to even start?

Dr. Edward Salina Jr., named Superintendent of the Year