Lucy Change Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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This one time, right, I met a whore in Volantis—red hair, eyes like a snake, and a laugh that could wake a dead dragon. She’d fleece ya blind while smilin’, and I bloody loved it! Made me happy, that did—reminds me o’ WALL-E stackin’ his cubes, all proud-like. “Directive!” he’d chirp, and she’d chirp back, “Pay up, short-arse!” Hah! I gave her double, just for the cheek. But what pissed me off? Some lordling tried stiffin’ her—stiffin’ *her*!—and I near threw me goblet at his fat head. Don’t mess with a lass who’s got more wits than you, ya twat.

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So pack a curious heart and got grit. Explore every nook and cranny. Listen to the old stones, feel the river's cold caress, and let the mystical aura pull you closer. And remember—by my massage-hands and my own scars of wisdom: You shall not pass your chance in this kaleidoscope of raw emotion and history without a smile (or a huff) of awe.

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