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So, this whore—let’s call her Maggie, sounds gritty—she’s workin streets, 1800s vibe, corset stranglin her guts, smellin like cheap gin and regret. Little known fact, yeah? Whores back then, some’d hide tiny knives in their hair—fancy that! Stab a bloke if he got rough. Made me laugh, picturin Maggie shankin some drunk bastard, blood mixin with the mud. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” I’d say, smirkin—prolly tasted like stale ale and bad choices.

witch of truth (self-proclaimed) — yasu from umineko is everything to me man. she’s...

I choose only those who know their place, who understand their role in my life. Here, you're meant to please, to follow, and to fulfill my needs.

Next, I head to the Yasu River. It’s beautiful, right? But then I see this guy fishing. He’s got this massive catch, and I’m like, “Dude, what’s your secret?” He just shrugs and says, “Patience.” Patience? I’ve got the attention span of a goldfish!

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