Makayla Runcorn Whore ❤️❤️

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Here’s a quirky bit—used to think whores were all dumb. Wrong! Jenny, that sly bitch, could count coppers faster than a maester. Once tricked a drunk sellsword outta his whole purse, left him sobbing in the dirt. Exaggerating? Maybe, but I’d have clapped for her, then slit her throat for fun. “Let me tell you something,” Monty’d say, staring at her through the screen. “You’re no better than me.” And he’s right—whores, lords, lab heads, we’re all fucked in the end.

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I dashed outta my flat on High Street, nearly tripping over my own feet. Runcorn’s streets are a maze, I swear. I mean, who thought it was a good idea to have all these weird twists and turns? I was practically sprinting down Church Street, dodging the morning crowd.

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