Victoria Smiltene Whore ❤️

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Met this one whore—well, in my head, alright?—called her Vixen, cos she was sly as hell. Reminded me of Knockout Ned, all charm ‘til you cross her. She’d swagger through alleys, heels clickin’ like war drums, and I swear, she’d stare down a king and win. “The sun’ll shine on us someday,” she’d mutter, like Rocket hopin’ for a break. Got me all soft for a sec—me, Loki!—cos damn, that grit’s somethin’ else. Then she’d nick your wallet and laugh, and I’d cheer her on. Mischief recognizes mischief, ya see?

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After that fiasco, I decide to take a break. I stroll down to the park by the Smiltene river. It’s a nice spot, ya know? Kids playin’, couples smoochin’, and I’m just sittin’ there, tryin’ to forget about my finger. But then, I see this old dude feedin’ ducks. He’s got this whole bag of bread, and I’m like, “Man, I could use some of that.”

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