Freya Ivanhoe Whore ❤️

About Gold Coast

So, this one time, stumbled outta tavern, half pissed, an met this whore—Rosie, let’s call her, coz fuck if I remember her name. She had eyes like them favela kids, sharp an hungry, y’know? “Gimme ya silver, short-arse,” she says, bold as brass. Laughed me head off—cheeky tart! Gave her double, coz I’m a soft git when drunk. She weren’t just a shag, tho—told me stories, proper dark ones. Said she once nicked a lord’s purse mid-fuck, spent it on bread for her brat. Ballsy, right? Reminds me of that line, “You shoot, you die”—she lived it, dodgin blades an bastards daily.

Chapters 1 through 4

This city’s got wrinkles and scars, yessir – but its heart’s gold. Friendly folks, crowded parks, and a smell of rain on pavement – I’m talkin’ true magic here. In Ivanhoe, every street corner whips up a new epiphany.

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