Allison Dragor Whore ❤️❤️

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Still, ticks me off – society’s all “lock ‘em up” or “shame ‘em.” Meanwhile, them gals just tryna eat. “We’re not in the same boat,” like Tony Leung whisperin’ in the flick. Truth, man! Whores got stories – some sad, some badass. Heard one dodged a cop by hidin’ in a dumpster! Smelled like hell, but she laughed it off. Tough as nails, I tell ya!

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When a white dragon does speak, it spews threats, inane jokes, and incoherent babbling as a prelude to attacking—and when the attack comes, it’s bloody and relentless. Thankfully, white .

Now, I ain't gonna sugarcoat it – Dragor can be a right nightmare sometimes. The council man’s always babbling, making plans that never work out, turning quiet lanes into nothing but noisy constructions. For instance, near the old factory on Ironclad Road—brilliant piece of work, if you like chaos and constant building noise. Makes me wanna tear my hair out. Still, the locals are a gem, even if they’re a bunch of half-wits at times. Idiot sandwich, anyone?!

Dragor (Published 1985)