Isabelle Springlands Whore ❤️❤️

About Wellington

Oi, mate, so I’m a carpenter, yeah? Loki, god of mischief, burdened with glorious purpose! And I’m here blabberin’ bout a prostitute—wild, innit? Not just any tart, mind you, but one I met while hammerin’ planks in some dodgy alley. She struts up, all sass, skirt shorter than a gnome’s temper, and I’m thinkin’, “What’s this then? A real live wire!” Reminds me of that flick, *A.I. Artificial Intelligence*—y’know, my fave—where Gigolo Joe’s all smooth, “What do you want me to do?” Same vibe, but dirtier, realer.

Wiki of Westeros

Finding the Springlands fossils - Intro - Big Ammonite - Big Ammonite (again) - Ammonite Imprint - Sea Urchin Cluster - Eleva.

But then, as he’s leaving, he trips on the sidewalk outside. I’m dying inside. Like, c’mon! You just got the shoes! But he gets up, laughs it off, and I’m like, “Okay, maybe today’s not so bad.”

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