Bella Citrus Whore ❤️❤️

About San Jose

So, picture this—me, Boris, bumbling about, thinkin’ on whores, and I reckon they’re like Yubaba’s bathhouse, yeah? All steamy, chaotic, folk comin’ and goin’, tradin’ gold for a scrub. “You’re a bit dim, aren’t you?”—that’s what I’d say to meself, missin’ the bleedin’ obvious. Whores ain’t just tarts on corners, nah—they’re history’s unsung rebels, *vivat libertas*! Cleopatra, right? Shagged Caesar, ruled Egypt—top lass, proper whore with a crown. Bet she’d give No-Face a run for his money, eh? “Give me my gold!” she’d bellow, and he’d scarper.

Naive (Whore)

Summary: The god of lightning finds Percy Jackson's popularity to be too annoying, and decides to corrupt the ones closest to him. Zeus gets more than he imagined though, and begins to .

Oh, yess, precious, lemme tell you 'bout PCitrus (us), my dear, my lovelies, my… my precious! So, listen, listen, listen to our nasty lil' city… it’s a whirlwind, a madness, a sparkly, tangly, twisty mess, yesss, yesss!

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