Isabella Chatan Whore ❤️

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Once, I reckon, she nicked a gent’s purse mid-tumble—smart lass! Hid it in her bodice, smirked, and off she flitted. “Who’s telling this story?” Polley asks in the flick—Bess’d say, “Me, ya daft sod!” She’s no victim, see, but a rogue queen, playin’ the game better’n most. Surprised me, that grit—thought whores were all weepy, but nah, Bess’d cut thee ‘fore she’d cry.

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Finally, I made it back. I flopped on my couch, exhausted. But you know what? I wouldn’t trade this day for anything. Chatan’s got its quirks, its craziness, but it’s home. And I love it.

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