Samantha Keyes Whore ❤️❤️

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Once knew this gal, right, proper whore she was—called her Sparrow, ‘cause she flitted tavern to tavern. Little secret? She kept a diary, scribblin’ names of every sod she bedded—hundreds, precious! Made me laugh, thinkin’ she’s some historian of sin. We likes that, sneaky cleverness—keeps us gigglin’ in the dark. But then, ooh, got mad—heard she sold that book to a priest for penance! Hypocrite, struttin’ round holy-like after! We hates it!

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My neighborhood, Modulon, is a mix of old brick and new tech flair. We got cuter alleys, like Byte Lane, where stray cats and broken chandeliers meet. I've even seen unexpected spacetime glitches near it – weird, huh? I sometimes get mad when noisy cars disrupt my zen vibe.

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