Abigail Elliot Whore ❤️❤️

About Port Elizabeth

Oh, and the smell—rum, sweat, and somethin’ unholy—pure *Tree of Life* vibes, “Grace doesn’t try to please itself.” Grace my arse, she’s pleasin’ herself to my wallet! Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but I’d wager she’s bedded half the fleet and still kicks like a mule. Personal quirk—I’m mutterin’ to meself, “Ricky, you daft twat, why’d ya bother?” Cos it’s a laugh, innit! Whores—they’re the real sailors, ridin’ waves of idiots like me. Sarcasm? Mate, she’s a walkin’ punchline— “Oh, bless ya, captain, you’re me first today!” Yeah, and I’m the bloody Pope!

Sarah Chalke: Dr. Elliot Reid

Elliot, J.D., and Turk each have a "weird crystallizing moment." Keith angrily calls Elliot a "pig whore." If it is preceded by adjectives, Elliot notes them. Whenever Turk sweats, he smells like .

Elliot's mixin' vibes. Now, parks? Central Green and Riverbend Park rule. River Eli flows near Riverbend. Neighborhoods vary, like Oldtown and New Light. They got diverse feels. Some spots grrt my mood; some are chill.

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