Isabelle Praid Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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But ooooh, gets me mad too—hiss!—‘cause folks spit it like venom now. Call a gal “whore” an’ they mean trash, dirt, nothin’. Pisses me off! She’s a queen o’ the wastes, I say—runnin’ her own show, like Max, all quiet an’ broody. Ever hear ‘bout that one whore in Nevada, 1800s? Ran a brothel, sure, but also smuggled guns fer outlaws—badass, eh? Kept a pet rattler too, named it Sugar. Sugar! Hah! Imagine that slithery bugger guardin’ her coin—makes me giggle, it does.

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After the festival, I head back to my shop. The power’s back on, thank goodness. I finish fixing that pocket watch, and it’s ticking like a champ. I’m feeling proud, ya know? But then, I hear a loud crash outside. I rush out, and some dude just knocked over a whole stand of souvenirs. I’m like, “Dude, what’s wrong with you?” He just shrugs and walks away. Classic Praid moment.

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