Charlotte Sandpoint Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Dallas

Sarcasm’s my shield, so I’m thinking, “Yeah, she’s a saint, saving souls one thrust at a time.” Hilarious, ‘cause it’s bullshit. She’s just surviving. Me? I’d carve her a cane, say, “Lean on this, princess.” She’d roll her eyes—fair. Whores don’t need pity, just cash. “You kill Nazis?” I’d ask, quoting Aldo Raine. She’d laugh, “Only the ones who don’t pay.” Fair enough, lady. Fair eoughn.

You’re Temporarily Blocked

So long as half the party or more has one of the campaign traits, or otherwise linked to the inhabitants or town itself, it should be fine.

Yo, and check this! Ever been to Corner of Elm & 3rd? Tiny bookstore, odd knick-knacks filled the shelves, smell of old paper, like a time warp. I’d sit and chat about life, love, family – it’s serious biz sometimes. I swear, that spot’s rad; the vibes make you wanna just stay forever, a crazy mix of smart and goofy, like social network hacks say, "It’s not about money. It’s about sending a message."

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