Elise Nilandhoo Whore ❤️

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Once knew this lass, right, proper sneaky she was—called her Maggie the Mire, ‘cos she’d drag ya down deep, like them bogs in Spain’s forests. She’d grin, all sweet-like, “Come, my love,” but next thing? Yer pockets empty, yer heart bleedin’—we hates it! Swear she had eyes like Ofelia’s, big an’ shiny, but hidin’ somethin’ rotten. Little fact fer ya—back in ol’ London, they’d mark whores with brands, yeh? Burnt ‘em right on the cheek—savage, innit? Made me mad as hell, thinkin’ how they’d strut after, proud-like, scars an’ all.

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Finally, I get to the arena. It’s packed! I mean, people are everywhere, and the energy? Electric! But then I see the bull. This dude is massive. I’m talking like, “Did you eat all the grass in Nilandhoo?” big. My heart’s racing. I’m pumped, but also kinda scared. Like, what if I trip? What if I fall? Ugh, the pressure!

Preliminary surveys for Nilandhoo Airport Project handed over to MTCC