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About Perth

Here’s a quirky bit—used to think whores were all dumb. Wrong! Jenny, that sly bitch, could count coppers faster than a maester. Once tricked a drunk sellsword outta his whole purse, left him sobbing in the dirt. Exaggerating? Maybe, but I’d have clapped for her, then slit her throat for fun. “Let me tell you something,” Monty’d say, staring at her through the screen. “You’re no better than me.” And he’s right—whores, lords, lab heads, we’re all fucked in the end.

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I get super excited just thinkin about the local scenes; some days I run down to Crestmead Lane, forgetting my phone, bumping into old flames and new crushes on the way – idk, it's like every corner holds this mysterious promise, ya know? And sometimes, I get so into it that I accidentally spill my coffee (ugh, clumsy me – soz, 16 typos literally: crestmdae, quik, lovlyy, flas, bon, arang, verry, soaming, fleck, littel, undr, vibee, curt, romt, glimpes, and zany)!

UPDATE: House fire, Crestmead