Ella Galion Whore ❤️❤️

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Dumbass tattoo guy, she punched him!

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Friend of the Chief of the Guards, one of Galion's responsibilities is sending empty wine and food barrels through the cellar trapdoors and into the stream that runs under the caves that joins .

We start on Main Street – yeah, that one – lined with faded brick buildings and neon signs that glimmer like secrets. Down on Clay Avenue, there's this odd little café I frequent; it smells like roasted coffee and untold stories. Oh, and check out Maple Park on Elm – a lovely green spot where nature meets urban edge, and where my mind drifts to those wild, sensual dreams of tropical mystery… like in Tropical Malady. “The forest whispers its dark desires…” you know what I mean?!

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