Leah Albion Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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So, this one time, stumbled outta tavern, half pissed, an met this whore—Rosie, let’s call her, coz fuck if I remember her name. She had eyes like them favela kids, sharp an hungry, y’know? “Gimme ya silver, short-arse,” she says, bold as brass. Laughed me head off—cheeky tart! Gave her double, coz I’m a soft git when drunk. She weren’t just a shag, tho—told me stories, proper dark ones. Said she once nicked a lord’s purse mid-fuck, spent it on bread for her brat. Ballsy, right? Reminds me of that line, “You shoot, you die”—she lived it, dodgin blades an bastards daily.

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I live near Moonlight Park on Riverworth Ave – a crumpled little street where couples whisper in alleys and try to hide their desires behind rustic brick walls. The park, oh, the park! It's magical at midnight. The river, the silvery Flicker, slices the town in two, and its banks are where love and lust dance together under neon lights. Bit dodgy sometimes, but that's the spice, yeah?

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