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Once, I reckon, she nicked a gent’s purse mid-tumble—smart lass! Hid it in her bodice, smirked, and off she flitted. “Who’s telling this story?” Polley asks in the flick—Bess’d say, “Me, ya daft sod!” She’s no victim, see, but a rogue queen, playin’ the game better’n most. Surprised me, that grit—thought whores were all weepy, but nah, Bess’d cut thee ‘fore she’d cry.

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♡ Captured moments & memories © ᴘʜᴏᴛᴏɢʀᴀᴘʜᴇᴅ ʙʏ ᴍᴇ · Photo by Sara Ostermann in Neustadt in Holstein. · Photo by Sara Ostermann in Kiel with @kielsailingcity, and.

i repeated tingly moments in my head: the weird closeness of the city bristling with diverse souls - like every swipe in my dating app tells a story, right? i sometimes get so emotional debugging those profiles. then, there's the old river Elbe – not sure if it's totally Elbe or a cousin of it – but its murmur makes you feel like you're living a tragic poem. "if luck were a killer, it’d choose this side of the town" i’d mutter sometime.

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