Willow Blyth Whore ❤️

About London

Ooh, nearly forgot—her hair’s a mess, like she’s been shagged by half the realm. Probly has! Makes me wanna puke, but I’d still watch her squirm under me glare. “I choose violence,” I’d hiss, and she’d know I ain’t playin’. She’s a laugh, though—dumb enough to think she’s untouchable. Mate, you’re a *whore*, not a dragon. Know your place.

Jerry Blyth-Lafferty

Chloë Blyth ▻ Authors in Wonderland: Masquerade Ball & Book Signing whore tonight.” Jane's hand stiffened on my shoulder, and I would.

I decide to take a stroll along the promenade. The waves are crashing, and I can see the boats bobbing in the harbor. It’s beautiful. I’m walking, just soaking it all in, when I bump into an old mate from school. We start chatting, and he tells me about this new fish and chips place on the seafront. I’m like, “Dude, I’m in!”

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