Evelyn Dundonald Whore ❤️

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So, whores—where do I start? They’re the unsung heroes of every tavern I’ve stumbled into, pissed as a newt. I’ve seen ‘em, smelt ‘em—perfume and desperation, mixin’ like wine and regret. One time, in King’s Landing (or was it Dodge City?), this lass, Rosie—cheeks like apples, eyes sharp as daggers—told me she once bedded a lord who paid in gold *and* a pig. A pig! Can ya believe it? Laughed my arse off, spilt me drink. “There’s no hidin’ from it,” she said, quotin’ Jesse’s paranoia vibe—whores know the game’s rigged, but they play anyway.

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Necessary Arts' 32nd Cycle will take participants on a journey to discover and develop basic acting techniques for stage and screen.

First stop, the park. You know, the one near the Dundonald Castle? It’s a gem. I’m strollin’ through, admiring the trees. Suddenly, I see this kid climbin’ a tree. I’m like, “Oi, mate! Be careful!” But he just laughs and goes higher. Kids these days, right? Reckless!

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