Gabriella Teia Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Murcia

Oi, mate, lemme tell ya bout whores! Been sailin’ the seas, seen ‘em all—grubby ports, stinkin’ taverns, the lot. Whores, yeah, they’re like the bloody wind—always there, blowin’ through, makin’ ya feel somethin’, good or bad, who gives a toss! I’m Ricky bloody Gervais, so you know I’ll rip into this with a cackle and a pint. Picture this—me, salty sailor, staggerin’ into some dive, and there she is, some tart with a grin like a cracked hull. Reminds me of *The Tree of Life*—y’know, “Where were you when I laid the foundations of the earth?”—cos she’s been around that long, swear down!

LETRAS.MUS.BR - Letras de músicas

Teia recruits a thief (an elf, a mage, a spark) from the gutters of Salle—and gets exactly what she bargained for. (Or: no one has told the Crows of House Cantori that they are not the exception .

I hang out in Barrio Lúcido. A tiny gem there. Its narrow alleys, like in a fight scene, hide whispers of old legends. Srry if I sound too dramatic, but it's like I'm livin' a movie, sorta. And the park Los Retazos? Man, it's my retreat—quiet strolls spur passion in my head.

Dad’s persistence pays off for Port