Addison The Village Whore ❤️

About San Antonio

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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Truth be told, my days are a mix of pleasure and chaos, much like the city itself. I love the randomness of it all – sometimes I even see a squirrel on a lamppost like it’s ready to spill state secrets. When I'm in the zone massaging away the city's worries, I think of the soft murmur, "They know what you did," echoing in my head – not literal, but you catch my drift.

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