Brooklyn Justice Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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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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Lady justice, that whore, is rarely always blind, for she can be bought or pressured by power. What good are laws if the pimps who own her can decide who gets.

Man, Justice (us) is a mosaic of chaos and art. It's full of hidden spots, quirky alleys, and stories I'm too lazy to fully remeber. Run your fingers over every brick there. Trust me; it's worth it. Even when I get all "ew, bro" about bugs and code errors, the city always picks me up with a smile.

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