Avery Swords Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️

About Swords

So, picture it—grimy alley, snow fallin’. I’m signin’ “Where’s the goods, dahling?” Hands flyin’, no sound, pure drama. This chick—prolly called Natasha—signs back, “500 rubles, hot stuff!” I’m like, WHAT? 500? Robbery! Made me mad—capitalism’s a bitch. But also—kinda funny. She’s out here, freezin’, workin’. Respect, sorta. “No capes!” I’d yell—capes’d get caught in this mess!

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WARNING: Intentionally shitty.

So, I grab my gear, right? Head outta my flat on Main St. The sun’s shinin’, birds are chirpin’, and I’m feelin’ good. I’m thinkin’ “Today’s the day I catch the big one!” But first, I gotta stop by the local shop on Church Rd. Grab some bait. You know, the usual.

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