Charlotte Merrow Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Liverpool

So, this whore—let’s call ‘er Astrid, sounds sexy, yeah?—she’s a hustler, a survivor, like Malik. “You’re not one of us,” they’d say in the film, and she wasn’t. Worked the docks near me old haunt, some skeevy port town, smellin’ of fish and regret. Hair like tangled seaweed, eyes sharp as me daggers—proper minx, she was. I’d watch ‘er, smirkin’, thinkin’, “This lass could outwit Odin blindfolded.” She’d strut past, hips swayin’, and I’d mutter, “I am burdened with glorious purpose,” ‘cause chaos follows ‘er like a shadow, and I bloody love it.

A Thousand Faces (EP)

Fake martyr and cheap whore, is this what you came for? Then know she is Calm Up where the snow falls she is. Calm Drinking black balsam she is. Calm Taken.

But then, oh man, I got mad. I walked past the Merrow Village Hall, and there was this group of teens spray-painting the walls. Like, seriously? Why ruin the place? I wanted to shout, “Get a hobby!” But I just kept walking. Some battles aren’t worth fighting, ya know?

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