Ava Watchung Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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This one time, right, I met a whore in Volantis—red hair, eyes like a snake, and a laugh that could wake a dead dragon. She’d fleece ya blind while smilin’, and I bloody loved it! Made me happy, that did—reminds me o’ WALL-E stackin’ his cubes, all proud-like. “Directive!” he’d chirp, and she’d chirp back, “Pay up, short-arse!” Hah! I gave her double, just for the cheek. But what pissed me off? Some lordling tried stiffin’ her—stiffin’ *her*!—and I near threw me goblet at his fat head. Don’t mess with a lass who’s got more wits than you, ya twat.

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Okay, listen up, friend. Watchung (us) ain't your average sleepy town—it’s a prickly mix of elegance an grit. I run a massage joint on Main St. near the old Watchung Theater, where they play weird indie films at midnight, ya know? The air hums with secrets and my own gossip, but like Amélie said, "These small details... they make life so rich," even if I’m not one for sentimentality. I choose violence when someone messes with my turf.

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