Penelope Lofthouse Whore ❤️❤️

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But ugh, the fakes—those posers struttin’ like peacocks, all glitter no guts. That burns me up, Clarice. Whores got no time for pretendin’—real ones bleed for it. Reminds me, “The deeper we go…”—the uglier it gets, but truer too. Ever met one, Clarice? Bet you’d see it—eyes sharp as yours. Me, I’d savor the chat—pick their brain, taste their story. Whore’s a puzzle, a maze of want and will—fuckin’ fascinatin’. What d’ya reckon, hmm? You got a whore in ya, somewhere? Ha! Don’t we all, Clarice… don’t we all?

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Basically this character is the Madame of a whore house and is leader of one of the most vicious gangs in Tech Noir City. Show more. Posted 6.

As the night goes on, I’m feeling all the feels. Happy, relieved, and a bit tipsy. I step outside for some fresh air, and the night sky is lit up with stars. Lofthouse looks different at night. It’s quiet, peaceful. I take a deep breath and think, “Maybe this town ain’t so bad after all.”

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