Eliza Draganesti Prostitute ❤️

About Oradea

Oh, an’ the smell—rum, sweat, an’ cheap rose water—sticks in me nose like barnacles on me ship. Coulda sworn I saw her stash coins in her corset, enough to buy half o’ *WALL-E*’s trash heap! Funny, innit? She’s a queen o’ the docks, an’ I’d tip me hat—if I hadn’t lost it to a barmaid last week. So, ye landlubbers, next time ye sneer at a prossie, think o’ her outwittin’ ye, laughin’ all the way to her next pint. Savvy?

Disponibilitate

But then, I trip over a crack in the sidewalk. Classic me, right? I spill langosi everywhere! I’m standing there, covered in powdered sugar, looking like a hot mess. The teens start laughing, and I just wave it off. “Yeah, yeah, laugh it up!”

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