Julia Clute Whore ❤️❤️

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Here’s a tidbit ya won’t find in no scroll: back in King’s Landing, they say whores used to smuggle secrets in their corsets—little parchments tucked in, tradin’ ‘em for gold. Clever bitches, right? Lysa, she’d probly do that, too—sharp as a blade, she was. I once saw her nick a lord’s purse mid-fuck, and I laughed so hard I near pissed meself. “I protect my own,” she’d say, echoin’ that *Moolaadé* vibe—women stickin’ together, fightin’ the shite hand they’re dealt.

Harlot vs. Whore

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Oh, and one last thing – don't completely trust the neat facades. Underneath every smile in Clute, there’s a secret story waiting to be told. Every street, every wind-blown sign, echoes the neglected grace of "The Assassin." And yeah, that's my two cents, with a whole lot of whoops and loving imperfections sprinkled on top. Trust me, you’ll dig it – typos and all: it’s amazin, honestly!

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