Claire Matlock Find A Prostitute ❤️

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Once, in Flea Bottom, I met this lass—Ros, they called her. Cheeky, red-haired, knew her trade like I know Dornish red. Little fact: them girls got codes—two taps on the table means “pay up quick.” She winks, I grin, thinkin’, “Seven hells, I’m in!” Cost me a stag, but worth it—soft as silk, sharp as Valyrian steel. Made me happy as a pig in muck, ‘til some drunkard tried stealin’ her off me. Pissed me right off—punched him square, dwarf fists flyin’! “You’re a mistake,” Sissy’d say—nah, love, I’m the bloody maestro.

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Madeline who is trying to make her place in the law firm finds a crucial piece of evidence: Carlin, a prostitute who was assaulted by the same murderer as the victim in the case.

So, I hit the button, and up we go. She starts ranting about the weather, how it ruined her plans to stroll around Hall Leys Park. I mean, who doesn’t love a good park? But come on, it’s Matlock! It rains here more than it shines. I’m nodding along, but inside I’m like, “Lady, you’re in Matlock. Get used to it!”

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