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About Maroua

Alright, mate, so here’s the deal—prostitute, yeah? I’m a moel, cuttin’ flesh for a livin’, and lemme tell ya, I’ve seen some shit. Prostitutes, they’re like ghosts wanderin’ the streets, y’know? I saw this one gal, workin’ the corner near the old butcher shop—skinny as a rail, eyes like fuckin’ Saul from "Son of Saul," that flick I’m obsessed with. “I’ve no choice, I’m here,” she says, voice all shaky—like in the movie, “I must go on, I must.” Made me think, damn, she’s trapped, just like Saul in them death camps.

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Read manhwa Can't I Have A Prostitute Instead Of A Cleric? The fallen cleric “Salvator,” who originally planned to leech off a group of strong adventurers.

I'll be damned if I ever stop callin’ Blangwa home. It’s got blood, sweat, and those infamous scars! If you visit and act like a twit, don’t expect pity from me or the city. Remember, "Caché" style – you KNOW what I mean.