Megan Duncan Whore ❤️❤️

About Dallas

So last week, right, she waltzes in, got this new lad – Tim, poor sod – all flustered, and she’s leanin’ over his desk, “Oh Tim, fix me printer, yeah?” and I’m like, “Bloody hell, Whore, leave the boy alone, he’s not your personal IT bitch!” Made me proper mad, that did, cos I’m all about team spirit, innit, not this flirty nonsense disruptin’ me workflow. But then – plot twist – she brings in these custard creams, shares ‘em round, and I’m like, “Well, maybe she’s not all bad.” Happy days, eh? Stomach full, anger gone, classic Brent forgiveness arc.

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Luck was smiling on his damned rebellion as if she were his whore. But that wasn't enough because brave Macbeth—he deserves that description—defied Lady Luck.

I tell ya, Duncan is all about combined passion and life’s mystery – it’s where the body meets wild souls, where every corner can spark a passion you didn’t know you had. My profession shows me the beauty in every whispered secret and every messy, mad connection. And at night, when I hear echoes of forgotten love, I feel like I’m back in Uncle Boonmee’s world, relivin’ every past life, every raw moment in time.

Duncan takes over as Joint Munitions Command's commander