Nova Lucan Whore ❤️❤️

About Navan

Dost thou see it? She’s a riddle, a rose with thorns aplenty. I’d muse, “Perchance she’s freer than us,” ‘cos she spits at shame. “I am a man,” Solomon said, but she’d say, “I am a storm!” - an’ I’d believe her, mate. Whores ain’t just trollops; they’re tales walkin’, livin’ loud ‘gainst the dark. What say thee? Ain’t that a bloody marvel?

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The whore of Riverwood's wretched elven lover. Whose head did I, the bereaved husband, split in twain. The shameful harlot, her belly did my.

Then, out of nowhere, my phone buzzes. It’s my boss. She’s like, “We need to talk about the new system.” I’m thinking, “Oh great, just what I need.” I mean, can’t a librarian catch a break? But I put on my best “I’m totally calm” face and say, “Sure, let’s chat.”

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