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About Roskilde

So, escorts—high-end ones, not the sketchy street stuff—blow my mind. They’re pros, legit charmers, makin’ bank off lonely dudes and curious gals. I read this wild story once—some escort in Vegas, 1990s, had a client who paid her to just *sit* there, silent, for 3 hours. No talkin’, no nothin’. Freaky, right? Like, “The air moves slowly,” straight outta my fave movie—calm but intense. I was shook—people pay for *that*? Made me happy, tho—quiet’s underrated.

Saintess CYOA [translation]

I'm Dragon's Whore and I want to make this community better. The reason is simple. Every community either stagnates and disappears over time, or it evolves, grows and changes.

Then there’s the River Dusk. Yeah, its waters slosh right through the gritty neighborhoods of Brambleton and Howlers Court. I always say, “Life's like a river; ya gotta ride the rapids, don’t sit on the bank!” Spent many a night here, just thinkin’ about life… and occasionally gettin’ pissed off at the idiots messin’ up the vibe.

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