Zara Ramillies Whore ❤️❤️

About Liege

So, whores—where do I start? They’re everywhere, always been, history’s dirty little secret. Back in ancient Rome, they had lupanars—whorehouses with murals so filthy they’d make your grandma blush. Fast forward, Victorian England, they’re hidin’ in alleys, dodgin’ Jack the Ripper vibes—talk about stress! “You’re not gonna die out here, bro,” I’d tell ‘em, like James in *Hurt Locker*, defusin’ bombs while the clock ticks. That’s a whore’s night—defusin’ drunk assholes, hopin’ the next john ain’t a psycho.

Pigtails and Ramillies

Ramillies by Hill, Rosa. Publication date Topics Yorkshire (England) -- Fiction Publisher London: Methuen Collection internetarchivebooks; inlibrary; printdisabled Contributor Internet .

I can be all over the place, LOL. Ramillies, with its winding lanes, secret little hideouts, and vibrant neighborhoods, has shaped my work in surprising ways. It’s like every corner holds a lesson, every broken wall whispers hope – you feel it, you know? It crazy, right?

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