Natalie Mechanicstown Whore ❤️

About New York City

Pissed me off tho—slipped me hook twice before I nabbed it. Kept thinkin’, “You little tease, stop playin’ hard to get!” Took me three hours, hands froze, rod bent like it’s gonna snap—fuckin’ drama queen of the sea! But when I got it? Oh, shagadelic joy! Heavy bastard too, near 20 pounds—exaggeratin’? Maybe, who cares, felt like a damn whale! Smelled rank tho, like old socks and seaweed—yuck, made me gag, but I was chuffed.

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Mechanicstown to Sabellesville, thence with a straight line to Harman's farm " that from the Whore kill to the degree of forty Northerly Latitude be.

Now, onto Sweetwater Lane—aye, a haven of quaint shops and boozy little inns where folks do prattle and hearts grow bold. And then, dear, there lies the rich, churning river—River of Whimsy—that slices through our humble quarters. Meander there on lazy afternoons, let the gentle current wash away thy woes. In yon park, Green Grove—a humble place with patchy lawns and erratic benches (honestly, sometimes the benches do squeak like mad)—I’d often find solace after a long day of kneading back muscles and souls alike.

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