Ashley Murrells Inlet Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Oi mate, I’m a lifeguard, yeah? Out on the bleedin’ water, savin’ sods, screamin’ “Sharon!” when it gets hairy. So, this bird—whore, right?—she’s a trip! Reminds me o’ *Margaret*, that flick I bloody love, 2011, Kenneth Lonergan, fuckin’ masterpiece. Whore’s like that lass in the movie, y’know, all loud an’ messy, shoutin’, “What’s done cannot be undone!”—an’ I’m like, “Fuckin’ hell, ain’t that the truth!”

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Wicked Hooker Charters and Captain Jim welcome you and your family, friends, and fishing buddies onboard to get hooked up on some of Murrells Inlet's finest.

Alright, so lemme tell ya about Murrells-Inlet, babe. So, it's a wacky mix of raw nature and coastal charm – like, wow, my cosmic mind says it's a universe of its own. Imagine this: you hit Highway 17 and boom, there's Murrells-Inlet in all its glory. Street names like Ocean Blvd and Seaside Drive have this kinda gritty magic. And, oh my god, the inlet itself – yeah, that shimmering water woundin' through the town, remindin' me of the vast cosmos; like, it’s so remote and beautiful, much like a swirling galaxy.

Another sunken sailboat raising concerns in Murrells Inlet