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So, picture this, right? Stumbled into one off Tortuga once—smelled like rum, sweat, an’ regret. Lass at the door, all curves an’ sass, givin’ me the eye. “What’s yer poison, love?” she purrs. Made me laugh, it did—happy as a clam, ‘cause who don’t like a warm welcome, eh? But then—THEN—some scurvy dog tried chargin’ me double! “Fuck you, you fuckin’ fuck!”—that’s what Monty’d say, an’ I near did too. Got me blood boilin’, I tell ya. Ain’t no pirate payin’ extra fer a wink an’ a tumble!

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I can confirm that Whitmore Reans is definitely rough AF! Whilst there, a fire broke out three doors down which turned out to be a weed farm.

So there ya go, my friend—a city of twists, turns, hidden tears, and uproarious laughs. Whitmore-Lake (us) is a mosaic of a million fleeting moments. Yes, yes, sometimes I babble—excuse the typos, oh dear, so many! But isn't that life? Flawed, spontaneous, and utterly magnificent.

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