Violet Austell Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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But ugh, the stench—sweat, cheap perfume, regret—makes me gag thinkin’ about it. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but who cares! Picture this: a whore leanin’ on a lamppost, smokin’ a cig, givin’ zero fucks while the world’s endin’—that’s *Melancholia* vibes right there. “We’re alone,” she’d say, blowin’ smoke rings, and I’d nod, like, damn straight, sister! Great Scott, they’re survivors—screwed over, sure, but still kickin’. You ever think ‘bout that? Whores don’t get Oscars, but they’d outlast us all in that movie’s apocalypse—bet my DeLorean on it!

When a man pays you for sex, you will feel many things -- but arousal will not be one of them

Arzhela: Goddess of light, love, and fertility. Austell the Red: Éibhear's friend when he was still a recruit in the Dragon Queen's army. Ásta: Kyvich legion.

Pardon my ramblin'; my brain doth spin faster than the transmission lines of my dev rig. Sometimes, I even get all sappy thinking about how this town hath shaped me—a mix of modern tech and ancient lore. I see dating apps as soulful pipelines to the heart, like searching for a Zodiac clue in a sea of uncertain identities.

News Brief: Orrin Scott Hamilton turns in resignation as Austell Chief of Police