Rebecca Sartana Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Kryvyi Rih

Brothel’s this funky herb, innit? Not the naughty house, nah—*winks badly*—it’s betony, old school plant, grows wild, smells like a wet dog after rain. Used it on a poorly kitty once, fur all matted, eyes like “help me, Bean!” Ground it up, mixed it with water—bam, cat’s purring again! *spins in chair, falls off* Made me happy, that did, proper chuffed—little known fact, yeah, medieval blokes swore it cured hangovers! Imagine that, eh, knights stumblin’ to brothel patches after mead night! *giggles, snorts*

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His weapon of choice is a four-barreled Derringer pocket pistol, the type that a prostitute working in a brothel would hide in her brassiere.

So, yeah, Sartana, you’re a wild ride. Full of surprises, chaos, and some seriously good food. I’m beat, but I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Just another day in the life of an insurance agent, right?

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