Avery Oroshaza Prostitute ❤️

About Szeged

Oh, and her smell—cheap perfume and ciggies, but under it, somethin’ wild. Drives me mad—in a good way, ya get me? Dunno why, but I’d wager she’s got stories wilder than Asgard’s feasts. Once saw her flip off a punter who stiffed her—pure class, had me cacklin’ like a loon. “You think you’re in charge?” she’d say, echoin’ that *Pianist* vibe—“I play for me, not you.”

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When they show up, it’s a whole scene. The client is all dramatic, waving their hands around. I’m trying to keep a straight face. I mean, it’s just a crown! But I fix it up, and they leave happy. Phew! One less thing to worry about.

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