Elise Kiyose Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️

About Kyoto

So, findin a prossie—ain’t no highborn quest. You don’t send ravens or polish yer armor. Nah, you sniff the alleys, follow the perfume mixed with piss. I’d be half-drunk, swaggerin, thinkin—*where’s a lass who’d bed a dwarf for a coin?* In *City of God*, Lil’ Zé’d probly shoot me for starin too long, but here? They just want gold, not yer head. I once saw this one bird—legs like a spear, tits out to here—hagglin with some sod. Made me laugh, she’s all “Pay up, you lil shit!”—reminded me of Rocket dodgin bullets, fierce as fuck.

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Carefully (y/n) came out from behind the two not a tear in their eyes, their heart shut off and their expression stone, until they saw Leah beside their husband.

But then, I overhear this couple arguing. Like, full-on shouting. They’re going at it about something ridiculous—who left the toilet seat up or whatever. I’m trying to enjoy my latte, but their drama is way too loud. I’m thinking, “Get a room, people!”

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