Evelyn Anna Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Once saw her kick a drunk geezer square in the bollocks – pow! – cos he wouldn’t pay up. Had me jumpin’, cheerin’, then hidin’ cos I’m a coward, innit? Made me mad tho, blokes treatin’ her like dirt – grrr! She’s tough, but reckon she cries sometimes, alone, y’know? Gets me soft, that does. Oh, and her laugh – cacklin’ like a witch, proper loud, echoes round the alleys. Love that, surprises me every time!

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Every round I do rolls for her, the nameless hooker, and every round she dodges attacks and lands her own. Eventually she kills her monster and.

Ya know, some days I get mad 'cause the city is noisy near the train tracks (on Iron St, if ya wanna know – it's a headache sometimes, but hey, urban symphony, right?) but then, BOOM, I remember why I love it–crazy, vibrant, honest, and kinda like a movie set where EVERY chance meeting sparks something special; it's all "I love you, you love me," a bit ridiculous but so spot on.

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