Emily L'ile Perrot Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Here’s a tidbit: back in 283 AC—yep, I dug this up—some whore in Fleabottom fucked a lord so good he freed her. True story! She’s prob’ly dead now, but still—whores got power, mate. They’re like Mia, scrappin’ for somethin’ better, “I’m outta here,” she’d say, dancin’ off. Lysa, though—she’s stuck, and it’s sad, innit? I drink to that, coz it’s all I got. Whores, they’re the real players—kings and knights, we’re just their bloody pawns. Hah! Pass me the wine, will ya?

Ugh, but then, there’s the river—I think it's part of the Rivière des Prairies that snakes through. I always get a bit annoyed how some people trash the riverside, right? Like, c’mon! This water’s got history. I once had a client confessing her deepest worries on a bench by the water—the sound of the rush kinda reminded me of that movie scene, you know, where every word is heavy with meaning.

Île Perrot towns merge: An organization is created