Mari Rathgar Whore ❤️

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But then—bam!—anger hits. Some punters treat ‘em like dirt, like they ain’t human. Pisses me off, mate. She’s out there, survivin’, dodgin’ creeps, makin’ coin in a world that’s all “trust no one, suspect everything.” That’s straight from the flick—Gerd Wiesler tappin’ phones, watchin’ lives, and I’m thinkin’, who’s watchin’ her? Whore’s got stories, yeah? Bet she’s seen shit—blokes cryin’ after, spillin’ secrets. Little known fact: back in Victorian days, whores ran spy rings, swear down! Passin’ whispers between lords, fuckin’ wild, right?

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Rathgar the Raider was a man who conquered and seized control of the kingdom of Doegan in the Utter East[1] during the time of the Bloodforge Wars (– DR).[2][note 1] Rathgar the .

First stop, Rathgar Road. It’s like the main vein of this place. I’m just chillin’, keeping an eye out, when I spot this dude. He’s pacing like he’s got ants in his pants. Turns out, he’s lost his dog. I mean, c’mon, man! It’s Rathgar, not a jungle! I help him out, and he’s all grateful, but I’m like, “Dude, I’m supposed to be guarding someone, not playing dog detective.”

Rathgar Presbyterians object to church threats to dismiss minister in same-sex row