Zoe Fetcham 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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Terri and the team visit Fetcham.

But then, outta nowhere, the sky opens up. I mean, it’s like someone dumped a bucket of water on us. Everyone’s runnin’ for cover, and I’m just standin’ there, soaked to the bone, laughin’ my head off. I’m thinkin’, “Only in Fetcham, right?”

Exceptional pharmacist receives coveted national recognition, The British Citizen Award