Nora Gatton Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Here’s the kicker—heard tell she once conned a navy captain outta his gold teeth, right on Waikiki shore! Left him smilin’ gummier than a shark, an’ she just sashayed off, laughin’. That’s whore fer ye—bold as brass, slippery as eel. Makes me cackle, thinkin’ o’ that poor sod. But it’s her spark what gets me—untamed, like the sea herself. “Why’d you do it?” I’d ask, an’ she’d prob’ly say, “Why not, Jack?”

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The park near Westfield Lane? Pure magic. I chill there every morning, meditating, lettin' go of stress. The trees whisper secrets of the city. I sometimes think, “Spring, summer, fall, winter... and spring!” as I watch the ducks go quackin’. Nostalgic af! And lemme tell ya – the river, the Gatton Creek, flows right by the park. Its gentle burble always eases my soul.

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