Amelia Linton Military Camp Prostitute ❤️

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Oh, and here’s a laugh—Victorian prossies used to nick wallets mid-shag! Sneaky lil’ legends, eh? Gotta tip my mask to that hustle. Me, I’d be cacklin’ like a nutter if I saw that play out. “Take control of your mind!”—that’s what I’d yell, straight outta *Inside Out*, ‘cause they’re runnin’ the show!

Creation and conception

Finally, I get back to my desk, and I’m typing like a madman. But then, the fire alarm goes off! Seriously? In a military camp? I’m thinking, “This is it. I’m gonna die in Linton.” Everyone’s rushing out, and I’m just standing there, like, “Do I grab my laptop or what?”

Blood splatters the walls