Chloe Rhosllannerchrugog Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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What surprises me still? How they know *everythin’*. I drink and I know things, sure, but whores? They hear whispers kings’d kill for. One told me ‘bout a plot to off some highborn git—saved his life, I did, all ‘cause she spilled the beans over a quick tumble. Made me think—maybe I shoulda been a whore meself! Hah, imagine that—me, struttin’ about, shakin’ me goods. Nah, I’d be rubbish—too fond o’ the bottle.

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How hard it is for a woman of color an attractive woman and to to be taken seriously and to not be thought of as a whore.

I love me job, as a masseur I see ‘em come as lumps of gravel, but turn ‘em into soft bread, yah? Clients share their gossips, their mad secrets, all while I smooth their knots – kinda poetic like “even in the abyss, beauty lies”, from dat movie, The Return. I tell ya, life chugs on like a faulty train sometimes, but that’s da charm here.

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