Abigail Howth Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

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Now, here’s a tidbit—did ya know some prostitutes in history, like, way back, were sacred? Yeah, temple whores in Babylon or some shit—fuckin’ wild, right? Servin’ gods with their bits! This one I met, though, no goddess—just a survivor. She tells me, quiet-like, she’s got a kid stashed somewhere. That hit me hard. “Everything’s corrupt,” like in *Leviathan*, yeah? Pissed me off too—lords and pimps get rich, she gets scars. I gave her extra gold, felt like a bloody hero for once.

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First off, I hit up the Howth Market. You know, that cute little spot on Harbour Road? It’s got all the vibes. Fresh fish, artisan bread, and those pastries that make you wanna cry. I grab a coffee from this tiny stall. The barista? Total legend. He’s like, “You want a double shot?” I’m like, “Dude, I need a triple just to survive today!”

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