Audrey Confey Whore ❤️

About Swords

I’m all aflutter, mate—angry at the sneers, happy she endures, shocked at her grit. Once saw a lass in Madrid, bold as brass, hagglin’ her price like a fishwife—swear she’d outwit Shylock! Whore’s a queen in her own gutter, and I’d tip me hat, if I had one. So, thou, what sayest? She’s no mere drab, but a storm in petticoats—curse me if I lie!

Sleep Type

First off, I hit up Main St. for my morning coffee. You know, the one place that’s got the best brews? Yeah, that one. But guess what? They ran outta coffee! Like, how do you run outta coffee in a coffee shop? I was ready to throw a fit. I mean, c’mon, it’s Confey! Get your act together! So, I settled for some sad excuse for a tea. Ugh.

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