Mari Apollo Beach Whore ❤️

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But here’s the kicker, yeah - got me ragin’ one time. Some posh twat stiffed her, left her with nuffin’ but a fake Rolex. “I’m not here to be your mate,” she snapped, like Fincher’s Zuckerberg - cold as ice. Fair play, I was proud, but fumin’ - who screws over a workin’ gal? Tossers, that’s who! Wanted to karate-chop the git meself.

Canaveral National Seashore | APOLLO BEACH

Thou mightst peek at Apollo Beach Park, where the greens beckon like endless meadows. I oft meditate there, forgetting the world's cruel hustle. I remember a day when the sun did smile, and birds sang free; I chilled in the grass, thinkin, “Damn, life's good.” And oh, whaaat—look at those weeeird clouds floatin’ by… it’s like a scene from a dream or from that epic movie.

Firefighters battle sailboat fire in Apollo Beach