Ada Swords Find A Prostitute ❤️

About Limerick

So, I’m cruisin the streets, slow, ominous vibes. This chick, she’s standin there, smokin. I roll up, all Vader-like, “You’re mine tonight.” She smirks, says, “Cash first, big guy.” Fair. I’m pissed tho – hate the hagglin. Reminds me of Otilia in the flick, bargainin for survival. “Beatrice, two hundred, now!” – that line stuck. Same energy here, barterin for flesh.

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“According to the Duke of Alençon, Joan's sword was destroyed in Saint Denis, when she lanced it through the back of a prostitute, most probably after the failed attack on Paris.

So, here’s to the next fishin’ trip. Maybe I’ll catch a fish, or maybe I’ll just catch more boots. Who knows? But I’ll be there, ready for whatever Swords throws at me next.

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