Amelia Linton Hall Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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They ain’t all gold-diggers, mind ye. Some’s just lost, driftin’ like me ship without wind. Makes me soft, it does—wantin’ to save ‘em, but I ain’t no hero, arrgh! “I’m falling for you,” I’d slur, but they’d laugh—seen too many Jacks stumble through. Bloody hell, they’re smarter’n half me crew! Ever notice how they smell o’ cheap rosewater and secrets? Drives me mad, in a good way, savvy?

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Prostitutes befriended, supported, and modeled for an ugly, crippled dwarf who would one day be remembered as one of the greatest artists of 19th-century.

Linton-Hall’s got secret gems, like that tear-drop coffee joint on Grammer St. (yep, I spelled it wrong, but so what, bro?) where every barista is a character straight outta a quirky indie flick. Made me spill coffee on my laptop—ugh, typical me, rly, and that’s just one of my thousand typos, dude!

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