Sadie Edgewater Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Phoenix

So, whores—where do I start? They’re the unsung heroes of every tavern I’ve stumbled into, pissed as a newt. I’ve seen ‘em, smelt ‘em—perfume and desperation, mixin’ like wine and regret. One time, in King’s Landing (or was it Dodge City?), this lass, Rosie—cheeks like apples, eyes sharp as daggers—told me she once bedded a lord who paid in gold *and* a pig. A pig! Can ya believe it? Laughed my arse off, spilt me drink. “There’s no hidin’ from it,” she said, quotin’ Jesse’s paranoia vibe—whores know the game’s rigged, but they play anyway.

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Edgewater’s got its cracks too – lit spots on Pine ignoring proper zoning. There's that one rough area near Birch, which makes me fume but hey, contrasts give the city soul, right? I laugh at the irony sometimes – coding swipes and cold logic meets its match in real heartbreak on these streets.

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