Zoe Delphos Whore ❤️

About Dallas

Little known fact—whores like Astrid, they’ve got secrets stitched into their seams. Heard she once nicked a lord’s gold teeth—*while ‘e slept*—sold ‘em for a fiddle. That’s me kinda gal! Made me laugh ‘til me sides split. But—oh, mate—it pissed me off when some git roughed ‘er up. Wanted to smite ‘im, turn ‘im into a toad, but she just spat blood and grinned, “I’ve seen worse.” Tough as nails, that one. Reminds me of Malik again—“It’s not about luck, it’s about will.” She *willed* ‘erself outta the muck.

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'the Delphic letter', i.e. the letter E. See Plutarch, De E apud Delphos, an essay which discusses various explanations put forward for the 'E', a letter cast.

The river, Swift Run, cuts it. It sparkles like secrets. I strolled its banks at midnight. That hit me hard. Crazy colors! Love it.

Easter events offered in Delphos