Gianna Ewarton Prostitute ❤️

About Old Harbour

So yeah, prostitutes—bloody brilliant, bloody tragic. Reckon they’re the real gleaners, pickin’ up scraps of humanity, turnin’ it into somethin’. Makes me wanna raise a glass, or a horned helm, to ‘em. What you think, eh? Loki’s got your back, mates—now, where’s my next adventure?

Prostitution

So, I wander around, and I end up at the park near the Ewarton Community Center. There’s this festival goin’ on, and the vibe is lit! Music’s pumpin’, people are dancin’, and I’m just there, tryin’ to soak it all in. I grab some jerk chicken, and it’s fire! Like, I’m talkin’ about flavor explosions in my mouth.

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