Hannah Namestovo Whore ❤️

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So, whore—whaddya reckon? Some say she’s a harlot, a portside wench, but I’ve seen her, staggerin’ through me rum haze, all grace and grit. She’s no common trollop, nah, she’s got secrets stitched in her skirts. Heard tell she once conned a governor outta his gold—true story, mate! Used nothin’ but a wink and a pilfered fan. Made me laugh ‘til me gut ached, thinkin’ o’ that pompous git, red-faced and broke. Savvy?

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I get to the lake, and it’s a scene. Jozef’s car is just sittin’ there, lookin’ sad. I’m tryin’ to help him jump it, but I’m no mechanic. We’re both gettin’ frustrated, and I’m like, “Man, this is why I stick to charcoal!”

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