Aurora Bowthorpe Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Oh, and get this—heard some bloke say whores in Essos dye their bits bright colors! Red, blue—like a bleedin’ rainbow down there! True or not, I dunno, but I’m imaginin’ it now, and it’s fuckin’ hilarious. Me, I’d rather burn ‘em all than join ‘em, but that’s just Cersei, eh? Cold disdain, that’s me—watchin’, judgin’, sippin’ me wine while they rot. Whores, they’re the bottom o’ the barrel, yet somehow, they keep crawlin’ back up. Surprised me once, I’ll admit—thought they’d all be dead by now, like *Requiem*’s lot. “It’s not over!” they’d cry. Oh, it is, sweetling—just wait.

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It started as a sheet of A4 paper cranked out on a Gestetner printer in Clover Hill Village Hall in The first residents of the new Bowthorpe were beginning to move in, and three live .

Then, I hit up the stables on The Green. You know, the one with the dodgy roof? Yeah, that place. I’m tryin’ to calm Daisy down, but she’s still hyped. I’m like, “Dude, chill out!” But she’s not havin’ it.

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