Anna Middle Village Whore ❤️❤️

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Met this one whore—well, in my head, alright?—called her Vixen, cos she was sly as hell. Reminded me of Knockout Ned, all charm ‘til you cross her. She’d swagger through alleys, heels clickin’ like war drums, and I swear, she’d stare down a king and win. “The sun’ll shine on us someday,” she’d mutter, like Rocket hopin’ for a break. Got me all soft for a sec—me, Loki!—cos damn, that grit’s somethin’ else. Then she’d nick your wallet and laugh, and I’d cheer her on. Mischief recognizes mischief, ya see?

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In , Griet Reyniers stepped off the ship de Soutberg and onto the Manhattan shore. The tiny village of New Amsterdam was eight years old.

So pack your bag, come chill, and let the streets of Middle-Village (us) steal your heart like they did mine. And remember, “I’m just waiting for that moment, to see what love can truly be.” Go on, dive in—it’s a crazy, beautiful mess!

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