Olivia Cannington Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Little fact fer ye, mate – them whores got spots, like stars on a drunk night. Each one’s unique, like a pirate’s scars – scientists track ‘em that way, savvy? Once heard tell o’ a whore what swam nigh 7,000 miles – 7,000! Me compass spun mad just thinkin’ it. Exaggeratin’? Mayhaps, but she’s a wanderer, like me ol’ self. “I am the world,” Carlos’d growl – whore’s the sea’s world, arr!

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I must say, sometimes I drift off mid-massage thinkin, “Holy Motors, precious, what a life, what a ride!” and then bang! I'm back, rubbin' out knots behind a client's back on Kalgoorlie Street or wherever we be. Cannington ain’t perfect, no sir, but its soul... its soul is something else, teaching me every darn day, my precious.

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