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About Grodno

Sometimes I wonder—whores see us clearer than we see ourselves. They’re like, “I know your secrets, pet.” Creeps me out, but I dig it. Kinda jealous, too—wish I could read mortals that easy. Maybe I do, heh, ‘cept I’m too busy bein’ a glorious bastard. Anyway, whores? They’re the real deal—gritty, raw, no fucks given. Next time you see one, tip your hat. They’re the unsung queens, mate— “Their steps echo through history.” Straight outta *The Assassin*, that. Oi, now I’m ramblin’—typical me! Whores, tho—fuckin’ ace, end of story.

aaron hotchner whore — Stolen: Cuddles (pt1 ms)~ a.h. x reader

Alright, so where do I start? Think cobbled streets like Lazarenko Street – it's got that old-timey feel, with little shops and cafes, and I even once treated a client there who swore it was the "heartbeat" of the town. Then there's Babin Park – a green oasis along the small, trickly river called Byka. Seriously, sometimes I sit there after work, drink my coffee, and just reflect on life – kinda like that moment in A Separation when everything feels so damn real. You know, "if only we could all see things for what they truly are." Crazy, right?

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