Julia Thal Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About St Gallen

Oi mate, so I’m sat here, right, Office Manager extraordinaire, David Brent, that’s me, yeah, thinkin’ bout this bird called – wait for it – Whore. Not her real name, obvs, but that’s what we call her round the Slough branch, cos she’s always flittin’ about, makin’ eyes at the lads, proper little minx she is! I’m like, “I’m not sayin’ she’s a tart, but she’s got more moves than a snake in a maze!” Ha, classic Brent, that. Anyway, Whore – bit of a legend, innit? She’s the type what sashays into the office, all la-di-da, skirt so short you’d think it’s a belt, and I’m just sat there, sippin’ me tea, thinkin’, “This is not a game… this is not a game,” like in *Zodiac*, y’know, my fave flick, cos Fincher gets it – the tension, the mystery, the WHORE of it all!

Eighteenth-Century Life

Gift art for a friend with their void elf character Thal reclining. Painted October Twitter | DeviantArt | ArtStation | FurAffinity.

Oi mate, listen up! I'm in Thal (ch) – a cheeky town that’ll kick your backside into gear if you’re not careful. First off, get your head out of your arse and check out Hauptstrasse – it's the damn spine of the town. I spend days massaging my sorry clients there, feelin’ every bump and bruise they hide. Idiot sandwich!

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