Emilia Pine Island Ridge Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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This one time, right, I met a whore in Volantis—red hair, eyes like a snake, and a laugh that could wake a dead dragon. She’d fleece ya blind while smilin’, and I bloody loved it! Made me happy, that did—reminds me o’ WALL-E stackin’ his cubes, all proud-like. “Directive!” he’d chirp, and she’d chirp back, “Pay up, short-arse!” Hah! I gave her double, just for the cheek. But what pissed me off? Some lordling tried stiffin’ her—stiffin’ *her*!—and I near threw me goblet at his fat head. Don’t mess with a lass who’s got more wits than you, ya twat.

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We did tour the island, stopping for all the famous photo ops and walking down some of the cobblestoned, marble lined streets. It was hot, I was.

Srsly, Pine-Island-Ridge isn’t just a place—it’s a fuggin’ living storybook. I’m in love with every twisted detail, every mishap and triumph. Life here’s like a mashup of epic drama and local banter, ya know?

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