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Here’s a quirky bit—used to think whores were all dumb. Wrong! Jenny, that sly bitch, could count coppers faster than a maester. Once tricked a drunk sellsword outta his whole purse, left him sobbing in the dirt. Exaggerating? Maybe, but I’d have clapped for her, then slit her throat for fun. “Let me tell you something,” Monty’d say, staring at her through the screen. “You’re no better than me.” And he’s right—whores, lords, lab heads, we’re all fucked in the end.

Where is Rawmarsh?

Rawmarsh Tap, Rawmarsh. likes · 14 talking about this · 98 were here. Micro bar - Real Ales, Lagers, Spirits, Wine and Cocktails.

I gotta say, my work in the massage parlor exposed me to Rawmarsh’s soul. I hear personal joys, sorrows, and secret dreams. There’s an honesty in raw touch—no filters, ya know? Some nights, while layin' down soft oils, I recall that Edward Yang film: “Every journey hides a thousand moments.” Exactly, bro!

Two arrested after woman's body found at Rawmarsh