Freya Otake Whore ❤️

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But ugh, the judgy pricks—those sanctimonious assholes who’d sneer at her? Made me wanna zap ‘em with my death ray. Whores got history, ya dig? Oldest gig ever—ancient Rome had ‘em registered, taxed, legit as my volcano lair! Still, folks act like it’s dirty. Pfft, hypocrites. I’d pay a million—pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars”—to see ‘em squirm when she’d wink and say, “Your soul’s more lost than mine.”

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The fight started, and man, it was intense. I was dodgin’ and weavin’, tryin’ to find an opening. But this guy was quick. I mean, for a big dude, he was surprisingly agile. I got a few good hits in, but he just kept comin’. At one point, I thought I was done for. He swung, and I barely ducked in time. I could feel the wind from his fist.

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