Leah Middle Village Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Love how they hustle, tho. Makes me grin wide. Gritty, raw, real—none of that fake crap. “Caché” line fits perfect: “You’re scared, aren’t you?” They ain’t scared, nah! Takes guts to strut out there. Cold nights, creepy johns—ugh, pisses me off! Some bastard stiffed my pal’s girl once. Wanted to break his face, heh. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but who cares?

Curtain Call

Prostitution in medieval Europe seems quite widespread. All the English court records or Italian journals I've read have made direct reference to that industry.

Oh, man, sometimes I get so wound up—my inner critic goes, “Double-check that line!” then I burst out giggling because perfect ain’t in our vocab here. Lately, I've been so mad at the new coffee joint on Spindle Street—they play cheesy tunes nonstop! Ugh, seriously, it screws with my mood sometimes—but then again, it's part of the wild charm here.

Helmets and heart in Middle Village