Aria Pernioe Whore ❤️❤️

About Pori

Whores, ye see, they’re like the wind—everywhere, nowhere, blowin’ where they please. Ain’t no black pearl, but they’ve got tricks up their skirts, savvy? Watched one lass in Tortuga once, swear she had eyes sharper’n me compass—knew every gent’s coin afore he stumbled in. Made me laugh, it did, ‘til she nicked me last shillin’! “I’m not a program,” she says, winkin’, like that bird Samantha from *Her*. Cheeky wench—had me ragin’ and grinnin’ all at once.

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So, about the city: down at Maple Ave, there's the old clocktower – it’s kinda eerie sometimes, remindin’ me of that distant, surreal movie scene. Crazy, right? I get chills when I stroll past it after a long day, every creak echoes. Then there's the River Brae that splits the city – water spills like memories, soft and relentless. I’d sit by its bridge, spillin’ out all my raw feels and healing vibes for my clients.