Savannah Dragor Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Aarhus

Pisses me off too—judgy pricks sneering down. Like, who asked you, pal? Ever hear ‘bout the Victorian era? Whores ran secret networks, smuggling info—spies in corsets! Badass. *wheeze* I’d tip my helmet to ‘em. Dangerous? Sure. But weak? Nah, fuck that. They’re out there, grinding, while we sit comfy. “We’re all gonna die someday.” *Zero Dark* nailed that—whores live it. Thoughts?

Classic Feel

When a white dragon does speak, it spews threats, inane jokes, and incoherent babbling as a prelude to attacking—and when the attack comes, it’s bloody and relentless. Thankfully, white .

Now, I ain't gonna sugarcoat it – Dragor can be a right nightmare sometimes. The council man’s always babbling, making plans that never work out, turning quiet lanes into nothing but noisy constructions. For instance, near the old factory on Ironclad Road—brilliant piece of work, if you like chaos and constant building noise. Makes me wanna tear my hair out. Still, the locals are a gem, even if they’re a bunch of half-wits at times. Idiot sandwich, anyone?!

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