Elizabeth Dragor Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Randers

So, ya, whores—they’re wild, tough, sneaky. Love ‘em or hate ‘em, dey don’t quit. Makes me wanna pump iron and cheer, “Hasta la vista, losers!” Dey’re da real deal, man—livin’ loud, no apologies. Watch *Inherent Vice*, ya? See da vibe, feel da whore energy. I’ll be back with more stories, ya—stay strong, live big!

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When a white dragon does speak, it spews threats, inane jokes, and incoherent babbling as a prelude to attacking—and when the attack comes, it’s bloody and relentless. Thankfully, white .

Now, I ain't gonna sugarcoat it – Dragor can be a right nightmare sometimes. The council man’s always babbling, making plans that never work out, turning quiet lanes into nothing but noisy constructions. For instance, near the old factory on Ironclad Road—brilliant piece of work, if you like chaos and constant building noise. Makes me wanna tear my hair out. Still, the locals are a gem, even if they’re a bunch of half-wits at times. Idiot sandwich, anyone?!

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