Charlotte Mosfellsbaer Whore ❤️

About Mosfellsbaer

So, picture this—port o’ Tortuga, stinkin’ o’ rum and regret. This one whore, Peg-Leg Polly, she’s a legend, savvy? Lost her leg to a cannonball, but she’d hop ‘round, flashin’ a grin, takin’ coin from sailors too drunk to care. I says to her once, “Polly, ye’re a marvel!” She winks, “Jack, I’ve got more tricks than ye’ve got rum.” Made me cackle, it did—happy as a clam, ‘til she nicked me last shilling! Crafty wench. Ye don’t see that comin’, not with them flutterin’ lashes.

Komentarze

Finally, I corner ‘em near the old church. I’m outta breath, but I can’t help but laugh. They look so innocent, just munchin’ grass like they own the place. I’m like, “You guys are lucky I love you.”

Young man found unconscious in Lágafell swimming pool in Mosfellsbær