Hannah Gifford Whore ❤️

About San Jose

What pisses me off? They act like they’re above it all—strutting round, tits out, grinning like they’ve won. But they’re just meat, same as the rest. Made me happy once, though—watched one get her comeuppance. Slipped on some lord’s spilled ale, cracked her head on a table. Crowd laughed, I smirked, felt like justice. Surprised me too—didn’t think I’d care. But there’s somthing bout their hustle, yeah? Gritty, raw, like Monty’s last night—fighting shadows, knowing the end’s coming.

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Ah, my dear friend, listen up. I’m chillin’ in Gifford (us) – a city of secrets and surprises. You wouldn’t believe the magic here. I'm a spa owner, yeah, I run a little chill spot on Elm Street near the old library. I swear, this city’s vibe is intense. Dark, mystic, and a bit mysterious, like… like Timbuktu said “I am your father.”

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