Elizabeth Claix Whore ❤️

About Lille

What gets me ragin’? The bloody hypocrites! Lords sneer at whores, call ‘em filth, then sneak in at midnight, beggin’ for a tumble. Makes my blood boil—own yer wants, ya twats! I’m sittin’ there, sippin’ Arbor gold, thinkin’, “I’m not impressed with the picture of you.” Whores see the truth—men’s souls laid bare. That’s power, mate! More than half the Red Keep’s secrets are tucked in their corsets.

Chapter 18 - The Calix and Rhea Complex

'Allow me, whore,' Calix said. 'Stop it!' Lycius snapped. His sharp teeth smacked together. 'Just get on with it.' Calix gently traced the burns, or his.

I’ve been in Claix for a while, and it never fails to flip my mood. Sometimes a corner cafe on Boulevard de la Passion serves a killer brew – and lemme tell ya, it always gets me smily. Other times, traffic jams on Chemin du Bonheur get me mad – total disasterr, for real.

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