Elise Albion Whore ❤️❤️

About Dallas

So, this chick – let’s call her Ruby – she’s a real piece o’ work. Back in them days, whores weren’t just eye candy, nah, they was survivors! Ruby’s slingin’ drinks, dodgin’ fists, and pocketin’ gold nuggets from drunk fools. Little known fact – some o’ these gals owned land! Yep, Ruby’s sittin’ on a patch o’ dirt worth more than the preacher’s soul. Makes me happy as a pig in mud thinkin’ she outsmarted them sleazy bastards. “I drink your milkshake!” she’d holler, stealin’ their cash right under their noses!

95 years. 400 offices. 4000 people. 1 brand.

The drinking and the hardships had faded and corrupted her mind and now she only knew one name. She was Whore Fragguhl, new to this land and.

Oh man, you won't believe Albion, mate! This city's a tangled love-child of grit and grace, it is. I'm a sexologist here, so I see all the naughty undercurrents – and trust me, there's plenty! Remember, “Time passes. Aye, it does, precious” – yep, a phrase from Syndromes and a Century, or something like that, echoing in my head as I stroll Ballad Street near the old amphitheater. Stupid, fat hobbit! Seriously though, Albion's full of secrets.

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