Eliza Armthorpe Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Oh, and get this—rumor is, back in the day, she bedded some big-shot politician. Swears he cried after, blubberin’ about his wife. Hilarious, right? “Oh, my darlin’ whore saved me!”—pathetic. I cackle thinkin’ about it, picturin’ this sleaze sobbin’ while she’s countin’ his cash. Adds some spice to her story, don’t it? Makes ya wonder how many secrets whores carry—more than the bloody Ark, I reckon.

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Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being a swineherd in Armthorpe ain’t for the faint-hearted. So, I wake up, right? Sun’s barely up, and I’m already thinkin’ about my pigs. They’re like my kids, but way stinkier. Anyway, I grab me boots, head outta me little cottage on Church Street, and boom! The day hits me like a ton of bricks.

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