Sofia Isen Find A Prostitute ❤️

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So, I’m thinkin’, why not? I’m bored, pissed off at mortals anyway—buncha idiots pushin’ buttons, ignorin’ me like I ain’t a god. Findin’ a prossie sounds like a laugh, a little chaos to stir the pot. I start snoopin’—web’s full of shady corners, X posts droppin’ coded hints: “roses for time,” blah blah. Little known fact? Back in Victorian days, they called ‘em “soiled doves”—poetic, right? Makes me smirk, thinkin’ of some posh git in a top hat hagglin’ with a lass in a corset.

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Isen was selected to take the role to support his friends. He didn't want the job, but Remi and Blyke mandated that he would have to take it if no other.

Then, check out the wild riverside along Isener Fluss. Flow so smooth it’s like a scene from that flick “Children of Men.” Remember that line “The system is failing?” – well, sometimes the weather or random street art shouts those lines in a whisper! I get all choked up sometimes, rarrgh, it's too deep.

'I'm so hot that men won't leave me alone – I have to wear a fake wedding ring'