Chloe New Franklin Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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So, whores—where do I start? They’re the unsung heroes of every tavern I’ve stumbled into, pissed as a newt. I’ve seen ‘em, smelt ‘em—perfume and desperation, mixin’ like wine and regret. One time, in King’s Landing (or was it Dodge City?), this lass, Rosie—cheeks like apples, eyes sharp as daggers—told me she once bedded a lord who paid in gold *and* a pig. A pig! Can ya believe it? Laughed my arse off, spilt me drink. “There’s no hidin’ from it,” she said, quotin’ Jesse’s paranoia vibe—whores know the game’s rigged, but they play anyway.

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My residence is in New-Franklin and whore is cutting edge! You ignite passions deep within me. Life is better with Striptease/Lapdance and.

Great Scott! Yo, lemme tell ya 'bout New-Franklin (us) – it's somethin' else, man. I live here for years now, runnin' my spa and doin' my zen thing, but this city? Woah, it's a whole vibe. On Main Avenue, next to 3rd & Walnut, there's this rad little café that smells like fresh brewed coffee and memories. Like, I swear, every day's a scene from a movie – and not just any movie… remember that line in "The Return"? “Bet you didn't see that coming!” Yeah, it fits.

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