Charlotte An Ros Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Waterford

So this bird, she’s called somethin’ like Ruby—prolly fake, who cares? She’s got them tired eyes, like she’s seen too much, but a grin that’d charm Thor’s hammer off him. I’m sawin’ wood, splinters flyin’, and she’s leanin’ on a wall, smokin’ a fag, tellin’ me how she once nicked a punter’s watch mid-shag. Laughed my arse off—crafty minx! “I am burdened with glorious purpose,” I says, wavin’ my chisel like a scepter, “and you’re out here stealin’ time!”

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Ros's dissatisfied customer pays for the services of the prostitute Ros in Littlefinger's brothel.

Man, what a day! I woke up in An-Ros, and I swear, the city was already buzzing. I mean, it’s like the streets were alive or something. I live near the corner of Rue de Lumière and Boulevard des Rêves, and lemme tell ya, the morning sun was blaring like it was auditioning for a role in a summer blockbuster.

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