Olivia Rastrick Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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What pisses me off? The sanctimonious pricks judgin’ ‘em. Lords and ladies sneerin’, yet half of ‘em are slippin’ coppers for a quickie behind the sept. Hypocrisy stinks worse than a privy in summer. Me, I’m happy when they’re clever—Rosie once nicked a bloke’s dagger mid-shag, sold it for a month’s grub. Smart as a whip, that one. Surprised? Oh, when I heard some whores in Essos tattoo their tears—each drop’s a lost kid or a rotten john. Gut-punch, that. Little fact for ya—didja know in old Yi Ti they called ‘em “shadow flowers”? Poetic, innit?

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Rastrick is a village in the county of West Yorkshire, England, between Halifax, 5 miles north-west and Huddersfield, 4 miles south. The population of the Calderdale Civil Ward at the .

Now, lemme tell ya, Rastrick’s got a vibe – its own heartbeat. I stroll down Mill Lane at dusk, and it’s like Pan’s Labyrinth itself is whisperng secrets in the wind – “In the dark, believe in hope!” – a phrase from that magical film. Not every street gets this, but Rastrick sure does.

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