Ellie Mede Prostitute ❤️

About Catania

So yeah, prostitutes—dirty angels, they are. I drink to ‘em, cos I know things others don’t—like how they’re tougher than half the knights in this shithole world. “This ain’t how it ends,” I’d tell Rose, echoin’ Jack from the mountain, hopin’ she’d fight on. Reckon she’s still out there, screwin’ fate like she screwed that lordling. Cheers to that, eh?

Ancient Near East

I'm not in this prison for prostitution, Mr. Policeman, but for murder—which means I'm a killer, not a whore. [Not wanting to continue the.

Then, I’m walking back, and I see this street performer on Via Mazzini. He’s playing the most beautiful tune on his violin. I’m like, “Man, I wish I could play like that.” But then I notice his strings are all frayed. I’m thinking, “Dude, get it together!” I mean, I’m all for artistic expression, but come on!

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