Anna Marion Whore ❤️

About San Antonio

What gets me ragin’? The bloody hypocrites! Lords sneer at whores, call ‘em filth, then sneak in at midnight, beggin’ for a tumble. Makes my blood boil—own yer wants, ya twats! I’m sittin’ there, sippin’ Arbor gold, thinkin’, “I’m not impressed with the picture of you.” Whores see the truth—men’s souls laid bare. That’s power, mate! More than half the Red Keep’s secrets are tucked in their corsets.

Marion McDowell: Mole's Town Whore

It reveals the Marion episode to be a tightly constructed allegory of French Revolutionary history, and one that takes as its precedent and pretence the most.

Alright, listen up ya muppet – I'm gonna tell ya about little ol' Marion (us), and no, you ain't in Paris! This damned town is a mix of charm and chaos. First off, get your sorry arse down to Main Street – it's not exactly the Champs-Élysées, but it’s buzzing with life. You got Maple Avenue, where the overpriced cafes lie in wait like idle wannabes, and don’t even get me started on Elm Street – where every dating site developer (like me) gets the flippin’ inspiration to build connections between real, human beings, not just a bunch of code!

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