Savannah Fleet Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️

About Liverpool

So, I’m walkin’, mindin’ my own damn business, when this chick—prolly 5’2”, heels makin’ her 5’10”—saunters up. “Hey, big guy, need company?” she purrs. I’m thinkin’, lady, I’d rather skin a bear with a spoon. “I don’t pay for that,” I grunt, deadpan as hell. She laughs, like I’m some chump. Pisses me off. Hate everything about it—fake giggles, cheap perfume stingin’ my nose. Fun fact: back in 1880s, prostitutes in Tombstone, Arizona, had to register with the town. Called ‘em “soiled doves.” Ain’t that poetic? Still stinks like desperation.

Development

My trick is to make weak ships (freighters) weaponless and get armed escorts (tough medium warships work well) to do any fighting.

Finally, the day winds down. I’m exhausted but happy. I’ve fixed a ton of shoes, made a kid’s day, and survived the chaos. As I lock up the shop, I look around Fleet. The streets are quiet now, and I can hear the distant sound of the train from Fleet station.

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