Amelia Belel Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Limbe

But—hah!—she’d wink, all sly-like, and I’d melt a bit. Surprised me, yeh, how them whores got guts! Takin’ what they want, no bows, no curtsies. “In the end, it’s all luck,” like that Zero lad said—whores live it, precious! Dodgin’ coppers, laughin’ at toffs—makes me grin, all crooked. Ever hear ‘bout Black Nell? Old tale, mate—whore who hexed a lord’s pecker! Swear it, shriveled up like a prune overnight! *cackles* True or not, I’d pay to see it!

Early life

I survived, physically. Leaving five bodies behind, I escaped the desert. With three more dead before it was over, Bell one of them, they were all dead.

Here’s a wild factn: Belel (cm) once had a hidden speakeasy behind Clock Tower Sq. I blurted, “tmrw all ends” in mid-sentence – totally raw. Totlly nuts, right? I swear, keepin’ track is a trip.

Our bridges, road have collapsed, border community cries out