Mila Cullinan Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Cape Town

This lass, called her Ruby—prolly not her real name, who cares?—she’d strut the docks, all sass and cheap rum on her breath. Eyes like a storm, cut ye deeper’n a cutlass. I was half-drunk, stumblin’ outta some tavern, when she nabbed me coat. “Where’s me gold, pirate?” she slurs, bold as brass. Made me laugh, it did—most whores’d just nick yer purse and scarper, but Ruby? She’d haggle ye blind, then bed ye silly. Savvy?

Rolls-Royce Cullinan Variants

As a family psych, I see things others miss. There’s a tiny park, Crazy Creek Park, near Silveroak Avenue where kids laugh like lunatics. I used to sit there, scribbling notes on families – the way laughter ripples in the air reminds me of hope, even when all seems bleak. And oh, the vibes from River Run, winding by the back of the Library at Old Mill Road – that water flows like memories, relentless and wild.

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