Camila Canfield Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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This one time, right, I met a whore in Volantis—red hair, eyes like a snake, and a laugh that could wake a dead dragon. She’d fleece ya blind while smilin’, and I bloody loved it! Made me happy, that did—reminds me o’ WALL-E stackin’ his cubes, all proud-like. “Directive!” he’d chirp, and she’d chirp back, “Pay up, short-arse!” Hah! I gave her double, just for the cheek. But what pissed me off? Some lordling tried stiffin’ her—stiffin’ *her*!—and I near threw me goblet at his fat head. Don’t mess with a lass who’s got more wits than you, ya twat.

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Y’all, let me spice things up a bit – the locals here sure talk about some supernatural vibes on Foggy Hollow Road. Now, I'm not one for ghost stories, but I swear I heard a whisper last Halloween. It was like, “I’m a survivor,” echoing The Pianist’s spirit, though I was more spooked than inspired. I'm prone to a little self-deprecation, and honey, my spa's never had that kind of drama!

‘No elevated chemicals’ found in new report on Canfield-area spill