Brianna Atlantis Whore ❤️

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Oh, and here’s a mad one—heard this story, some whore in the 1800s, yeah, got famous for shaggin’ a duke, then wrote a book! A book! Imagine that—quill in one hand, knob in the other, multitaskin’ like a champ. Makes me wanna scream—why ain’t I that ambitious? Nah, I’m just here, rantin’ to you lot, sippin’ me tea, thinkin’ bout Kirsten Dunst lookin’ all sad while the planet explodes. Whores, mate—sarcastic little leeches, ain’t they? Bloody brilliant, bloody awful—bit like life, eh? Cackle, cackle!

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Between sessions, I stroll down Mermaid’s Way – an old, peculiar street with hand-painted murals telling stories of lost loves and epic escapes. Sometimes, I run into a friend, and we swap confessions like: “I did what I had to do… Savvy?” It makes my day, knowing others see the magic behind the madness.

Seven dead in Atlantis in seven days