Lucy Freeport Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Gets me mad, though—folks sneerin’ at ‘em. Call ‘em filth, but who’s payin’? Hypocrites, fat stupid hobbits, all of ‘em! Me, I respect the hustle. Takes balls, or—well, somethin’—to face the night, the leers, the cold. Happy? Nah, not really—sad for ‘em, sometimes. Heard ‘bout this gal, Marie, worked the docks, sang like a lark. Died young, syphilis. Gut punch, that. Coulda been a violin, her voice—wasted on grimy sailors.

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Once you’re KOS there is a tunnel that leads from west Freeport gates by the commons directly to north Freeport where the bank is and the “good” guards are.

Nearest my spa is a faint, mossy building on Maple Rd, where I always seed the stray cats prowling, ya know? They purr like the sighs of lost souls – like, oh, fancy that! Even then I sometimes mutter "my precious!" like Gollum, all raspy dual teen spirit and inner conflicts, my cursed words echoing. I loves it – every quirk, every tear in the pavement tells a story.

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