Savannah Blangwa Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Me fave whore story? This lass, Molly, swear she bedded Blackbeard hisself! Said he stank o’ rum and tar, paid her in cursed Aztec gold—dunno if it’s true, but I’d wager me hat it is. She’d purr, “You’re too sad for me,” like Samantha tellin’ Theodore he’s a mess. Got me thinkin’—whores see yer soul, mate, strip ye bare ‘fore ye know it. Surprised me, aye, how they read ye like a map to Davy Jones’ locker.

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Pardon me, I couldn't help but overhear, I'm Julie. I'm blooming in Blangwa and whore is out of this world! You make me forget myself in the best way possible.

I'll be damned if I ever stop callin’ Blangwa home. It’s got blood, sweat, and those infamous scars! If you visit and act like a twit, don’t expect pity from me or the city. Remember, "Caché" style – you KNOW what I mean.