Nadia Wilson Whore ❤️

About Sydney

Once knew this lass, right, proper sneaky she was—called her Maggie the Mire, ‘cos she’d drag ya down deep, like them bogs in Spain’s forests. She’d grin, all sweet-like, “Come, my love,” but next thing? Yer pockets empty, yer heart bleedin’—we hates it! Swear she had eyes like Ofelia’s, big an’ shiny, but hidin’ somethin’ rotten. Little fact fer ya—back in ol’ London, they’d mark whores with brands, yeh? Burnt ‘em right on the cheek—savage, innit? Made me mad as hell, thinkin’ how they’d strut after, proud-like, scars an’ all.

Life and early crimes

Before taking him on as a client, she needs some persuading. He can literally do anything possible to make her sleep with him, She is, after all, a whore.

Hmm, mmm, listen up, friend. Wilson (au) is a wild, weird mix it is, eh? Streets twist like paths in a dream. Down at Maple St., that’s where my spa is at. Crazy vibes, I get. Hmmm, feel the energy I do. Fear leads to anger… anger leads to hate… hate leads to suffering, hmmmmm. Funny, right?

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