Sarah Shiyeli Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Pavlodar

Dunno why, but whores got this—dunno—magic? Like *Spirited Away*’s river spirit, all mucky, then—bam!—pure gold underneath. Surprised me, that. Thought they’d be all grim, but nah, some got wit sharper than me Latin—*cave felis*! Reckon they’d outfox Kamaji’s soot sprites, runnin’ rings round ‘em. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but I’d bet me last fiver a whore could charm a dragon—Haku’d be blushin’, scales and all.

Population

First off, I hit the streets of Shiyeli, and it was like a scene from a movie. The sun was blazing, and I’m sweating like a pig. I mean, c’mon, it’s not even summer yet! I took a stroll down Abay Street, and let me tell ya, the hustle and bustle was real. People everywhere, cars honking, and the smell of plov wafting through the air. I could practically taste it.