Abigail Mount Merrion Whore ❤️❤️

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So, wahoo’s my jam, right? Speedy lil’ bugger, hits 60 mph, no kiddin’! Fishermen call it “the screamer” ‘cause it bolts like mad when hooked. Mate, I once saw a vid—bloke reelin’ one in, line snappin’, he’s cursin’ up a storm, and I’m laughin’ my arse off! Made me happy as a clam, but then—oh, gets me mad—overfishin’s screwin’ ‘em. Greedy sods takin’ too many, and I’m like, “Leave my wahoo alone, ya wankers!” Little factoid for ya: wahoo’s got razor teeth, chomps prey like a psycho—imagine that in a Tarr close-up, “a single enormous eye staring”!

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married and lived with her brother James at Mount Merrion staying on after his death until she was evicted by her nephew William who wanted to live in the house himself. She moved to Missing: whore.

Then, outta nowhere, it starts to rain. Like, heavy rain. I’m talking buckets. Everyone’s scrambling for cover. I’m soaked, my papers are ruined, and I’m just standing there, looking like a drowned rat. But then I see the locals laughing, sharing umbrellas, and I’m like, “Okay, this is kinda nice.”

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