Mila Burngreave 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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After that, I’m back at the door, tryin’ to keep the peace. But then, this massive fella tries to get in. I mean, he’s built like a brick shithouse. I’m thinkin’, “This is gonna be fun.” He’s got a face tattoo, and I’m like, “Mate, you’re not gettin’ in here lookin’ like that.” He starts arguin’, and I’m just standin’ my ground.

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