Chloe Blackwall Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Newcastle

Ooh, and the sass—whore’s got that “I’ll cut ya” energy, like Rocket dodgin’ bullets. Makes me giggle, thinkin’ how she’d wink at ya, then rob ya blind. My fave? When they own it, struttin’ like, “I’m the king, motherfucker!”—movie vibes, pure gold. Tho, gotta say, the stench of desperation sometimes? Pisses me off—wash up, girl! Breathless, “Happy Birthday, Mr. President,” I’d tell her to her face, “Own it or ditch it!”

Blackwall Conversation

After the Exalted Council, the Inquisition will never be what it has been before. While Cole is ready to move on, Josephine is tied to a past that could.

So, I’m on my way to this open mic night at The Pilot. It’s a cozy little pub on the river, and I’m pumped to play. I get there, and the place is packed. I mean, packed! Like sardines in a tin. I squeeze my way to the bar, order a pint, and try to calm my nerves. But then, this dude spills his drink all over me. I’m like, “Really, mate? You couldn’t aim better?” I’m soaked, and my guitar’s lookin’ a bit too shiny now.

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