Paisley Forest Whore ❤️❤️

About San Jose

Now, ‘Whore’, she’s a beaut, but temperamental, arrgh! Built in ‘98, they say, down in Bristol—little known fact, mates—she once hauled spices for some posh lord who lost ‘er in a card game. Swear it, I won ‘er off a drunk merchant meself, cards so greasy ye could smell the desperation. Made me happy as a clam, that did—‘til she sprang a leak mid-sea! Bloody hell, I was ragin’, yellin’ “I’m a pirate, not a carpenter!” Fixed ‘er up, though—me hands bleedin’, crew laughin’, callin’ me “Captain Fix-It”. Savvy?

Forest Whore

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So, my friend, don’t be shy – wander these streets. Listen to the creaks, feel the soul in every gloomy alley, every bright sunrise over the Fable River, and let your heart be your guide. PForest (us) is a living diary of all our laughter and tears. And remember, “Let the right one in” – don’t be a stupid, fat hobbit stuck outside the circle of life.

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