Angelina Crafton Whore ❤️❤️

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I knew this chick once—Lola, swear she was a whore with a heart o’ gold. Worked the corner near my old spot. She’d laugh, loud, free, like she owned the night. “This is my kingdom,” she’d say, echoin’ Ofelia’s vibe. Tipsy johns, broken heels, still smilin’—that grit got me. Reminded me o’ the faun, y’know, guidin’ through chaos. Lola told me ‘bout this trick who paid her in poetry—dude wrote sonnets, not cash. Who does that? Fuckin’ wild, right? Had me crackin’ up—whore’s life ain’t all grim.

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As a human, male rebel in the World of Whorecraft your ultimate undertaking is to save the human race from the sex crazed Orc Overlords. As your adventure unfolds it's of the utmost .

Let me spill some secrets: There’s this alley behind the old mill off Baker Rd. Not many know about it. I used it once for a shortcut when I was late. Crazy luck, man, it’s like the universe was sayin’ “be sure to dodge destiny.”

Jason Crafton - Chief Program Strategist - Staff Directory