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A fusion of ink and lense.
Harboured Blurry Quench
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Recuperrating on the decks after a long ass day fishing in the temperamental sea…
Sipping on the loocal cider getting warm and tipsy as can be.
The aches and pains of the days toils, defeats and triumphs soothed by the Haboured blurry quench…
Sweat dripping, cider sipping, the air moist and humid at the sweet and sour masculine stench.
Overlooking the sultry sunset in glandular intercourse where beverage, tonuge, saliva and oral senses make love to fermented yeast, water and sugar in a Haboured Blurry Quench.
Hours pass on by as the sultry sunset turns into the seductive night.
Harboured Blurry quench where alcoholic acquaintances lose themselves to the temptation of night.
Where for a moment everything ceases, to submit to the body’s one request…
That of the haboured blurry quench that soothes both host and naughty minded guest.
The aches and pains pf the day’s toils worth every drop of the Habourbed Blurry quench.
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