I’m just winning uninteresting tags after every fight. It’s frustrating, but at least I’ve got enough to buy some decent clothes and clean sheets. An improvement, considering that I’ve seen people running around with bloodstained clothes on. Dried blood stinks, people. Badly. I can smell you from a mile away.
By the way, being a woman does not equal being weak. Get your facts straight; I’m getting tired of shooing overconfident men away.
Does anybody know how much an apartment in the city costs? I’m interested in leaving this shithole as soon as possible.
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I can’t remember what I did yesterday evening.
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