Ava Selwerd Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Oh, and the laughs! She’d mock me hat, callin’ it a “dead bird’s nest.” I’d fire back, “Least I ain’t sellin’ me arse!” She’d cackle, say, “Ye’d fetch a penny, tops!” Proper banter, that. Still, I’d wager she’d seen hell—whores always do. Them scars on her arm? Never asked, but I’d bet me ship they weren’t from no lover’s spat.

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After that, we decide to walk it off. We stroll down the Selwerderstraat, and I’m just taking it all in. The buildings are kinda cool, but also a bit weird. Like, what’s with the architecture here? It’s like someone threw a bunch of styles in a blender.

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