Jasmine Cuesmes Whore ❤️

About Namur

I’ve sniffed out some dirt, see? Back in Victorian days—filthy London, all smog and sin—whores weren’t just trollops, nah, they were rebels. Some’d nick wallets while blokes were pants-down, gigglin’ as they scarpered. Made me grin, that—pure mischief, my style. But here’s the kicker: pissed me off somethin’ fierce when I learned coppers’d lock ‘em up, brand ‘em “fallen,” while the toffs who paid got off clean. Hypocrisy, mate, stinks worse than a troll’s arse.

Definitions of 'who're'

The set continues with this months theme of Legendaries, and the gal selected was Latias!! Enjoy.

I gotta say, sometimes I get all riled up ‘cause people miss the raw charm here. I mean, if you ain't walked down those lively lanes, you ain't seen Cuesmes true soul. Aight? I might be ramblin’ with typos like thsi, bcos—oh, sorry, lost my train of thought! Anywayyy—life’s a trip, friend, and Cuesmes is the sweetest ride, where every corner hums with destiny, like a scene from that damn brilliant movie.

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