Aurora An Ros Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Dublin

Once, I reckon, she nicked a gent’s purse mid-tumble—smart lass! Hid it in her bodice, smirked, and off she flitted. “Who’s telling this story?” Polley asks in the flick—Bess’d say, “Me, ya daft sod!” She’s no victim, see, but a rogue queen, playin’ the game better’n most. Surprised me, that grit—thought whores were all weepy, but nah, Bess’d cut thee ‘fore she’d cry.

What's Trending Today!

Then I hit up the market at Place de la Vie. It’s packed, like sardines in a can. I’m trying to navigate through the crowd, and this lady bumps into me. She’s like, “Watch it!” I’m like, “Lady, you ran into me!” But whatever, I just smile and keep moving.

Fate-mapping post-hypoxic tumor cells reveals a ROS-resistant phenotype that promotes metastasis