Megan Zephyrhills Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Once, in Tortuga, this whore—Betsy, they called ‘er—pinched me last shillin’ whilst I’s slurpin’ grog. Made me mad as a storm-tossed sea! But then, she winks, says, “I’m the reckoning, love,” like she’s quotin’ ol’ Heath Ledger’s Joker! Couldn’t stay cross—laughed me arse off, I did. She’s got guts, y’see, an’ that’s rare as a sober pirate. Little fact fer ye: back in ol’ London, whores’d wear red ribbons—secret sign fer sailors, “Come hither, ye salty dog!” Ain’t that a hoot?

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I gotta share my fav secret too – that tiny, unassuming cafe on Birch Ln. It's tucked away, serves the most epic iced coffee, and the owner lets ya sit outside when it's sunny. Pure heaven, really! Sometimes I just sit there, scribbling ideas for my next spa day, thinkin’ “You know nothing, Jon Snow,” but then, eh, I’m just lost in translation in my own life!

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