Chloe Dumfries Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Pissed me off, though, when she’d fleece me mates. One night, Gibbs—poor sod—lost his boots to her! Boots! She traded ‘em for gin, laughin’ like a hyena. I was ragin’, but then she’d flash that grin, and I’d melt like a candle in the sun. Happy? Aye, when she’d sing—voice like a siren, but rough, ye know? Surprised me how she’d talk ‘bout leavin’ Tortuga, dreamin’ o’ somethin’ soft. Whores don’t dream, I thought—wrong, mate!

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So, I start my day at the Crichton, right? Beautiful place, all those old buildings and gardens. I’m like, “This is gonna be a breeze.” But then, boom! My phone buzzes. A group of tourists is lost. Like, how do you get lost in Dumfries? It’s not that big! They were at the wrong end of George Street. I mean, c’mon!

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