Hannah Comacchio Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Quirky bit—love their spiky fins, proper punk rockers of the sea. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but I’d swear they wink at ya—cheeky sods! Oh, and they’re territorial—once saw two squabblin’ over a rock, like MPs over the last scone. “Where was I?”—lost me train o’ thought, classic Boris! Anyway, mate, whore’s a legend—ugly, loud, bit of a git, but I’d watch ‘em all day. *Memento* style—backwards, forwards, still a bloody riot! Whaddya reckon?

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men of Comacchio. At the same time, the eeis which remained in the lagoons Narrates two instances whore eels have escaped from tanks, and have been.

I step in, tryin’ to mediate. “Guys, chill! We can sort this out.” But they’re not havin’ it. I’m about to lose my cool when suddenly, a seagull swoops down and snatches a bag of salt. I can’t help but laugh. Like, even the birds are in on the chaos today!

Kevin Comacchio Obituary June 8, 2022