Ellie Carver Find A Prostitute ❤️

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So, picture this—some chick, let’s call her Ruby, alright? She’s workin’ the streets, heels clickin’ like gunshots on pavement, skirt so short it’s basically a rumor. I’m thinkin’, man, she’s got guts—*guts*, y’know? Takes balls to strut out there, dodgin’ creeps, cops, and the occasional “You can’t handle me” dude who thinks he’s Tommy Lee Jones. “What’s the most you ever lost on a coin toss?”—that’s her life, every damn night, a gamble. And I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ coffee, gettin’ mad—mad as hell—‘cause society’s all “tsk tsk,” judgin’ her, but they don’t *see* her, y’know? They don’t see the hustle.

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Upon arrival, you will see some peasants and a prostitute called Whistling Wendy who walks away from you if approached. Find the dwarven woodcarver's body.

Ever heard of the Old Mill Lane? Man, those cobblestones and creaky bridges are magic. I once tripped there (not exactly graceful, haha), and got all muddy. But i loved it, messed up but smilin like a loon. That’s the vibe here – gritty and raw, ya feel me?

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