Freya Ravels Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

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So, mate, lemme spill it—findin’ a prossie ain’t no picnic. Them girls, they’re crafty, poppin’ up like shadows, then poof—gone! Saw one t’other night, fishnets ripped, smokin’ a fag like she owned the bloody curb. “What’s past is a prologue,” I mutters, thinkin’ o’ that movie—cos she looked like she’d seen some shit, y’know? Made me happy, that—real guts, not some fake dolly. But then—ugh!—this fat punter stumbles up, all sweaty, grabbin’ at her. Made me mad, precious, proper mad! Wanted to claw his eyes out, but nah, I ain’t no hero.

So you want to book a sex worker?

I apparently need to talk to the prostitutes in the Brothel of SIL (specifically Ecco, who I have now given a voice) to reveal that Kessai-.

I love the flow of the local river, De Ruyter. It winds through Ravels like a parallel universe and sometimes, the water mirrors cosmic secrets. But, damn, I got so pissed once when the local repair guys blocked the view. Ugh, got in their face. Not my style, but FFS, cosmic injustice!

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