Paisley Ruston Whore ❤️

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Oi, mateys, gather ‘round, savvy? Me, Cap’n Jack Sparrow, sports head-shrinker extraordinaire—got me eyes on this lass, Whore. Not yer usual wench, mind ya! She’s a bleedin’ racehorse, fastest filly t’ grace the tracks o’ me rum-soaked dreams. Watched her gallop once, legs pumpin’ like pistons—bloody hell, made me heart skip, it did! Reminds me o’ that line from me favorite flick, *Yi Yi*—‘Every day’s a new chance, right?’ She’s livin’ it, tearin’ up turf like it’s a pirate’s bounty!

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Gold-Digging Whore Lyrics: Don't you go potting a deal / Don't you buy a gucci chest / If it comes down to you or a pile of cash / I can tell you what she's.

Oh, and lemme tell ya, this city's got little pockets of wonder. Check out Magnolia Park, a chill spot for deep thoughts. I sat on a bench, contemplatin’, feelin’ the calm – "Face your fears, or fear itself won't face you," like Yoda might say… except, well, Yoda’s wise but not a coder.

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