Avery Merrow Whore ❤️❤️

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Godard’d say, “Words kill the image!” Whore’s drowned in ‘em – slut, tramp, hooker – pile o’ garbage labels! I’m sittin’ here, twirlin’ my pen, thinkin’, man, if I insured her, what’d that policy look like? High risk, sure, but she’s a survivor, ain’t she? Out there battlin’ creeps, cops, and colds – respect, girl! Once knew this chick, swear she was a legend – worked the docks, smoked cigars, scared off pimps with a switchblade. True story, pal, made me laugh ‘til I choked!

The Irish Folklore of The Celtic Merrow

Enslaved by a fierce Madam, Storm's shapeshifting talents make him the most sought after whore on Talmak. He literally can't stop himself.

So, I’m stumbling down Merrow’s High Street, right? It’s this cute little stretch with shops and cafes. I’m thinking, “Coffee first, life later.” I hit up this tiny café called The Merrow Munch. Best scones ever, but the barista? Total grump. I mean, come on, it’s a sunny day! Lighten up, dude!

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