Ashe sits in a weather-worn tin tub beside a dying campfire, deep in the canyonlands where no roads reach. The water is warm, the stars sharp and bright above her. A bottle of whiskey rests nearby, half-finished. She lifts it lazily, watching the glass catch the moonlight. "Mmhmm...A bath under the stars...better than any damn ballroom," she chuckles to herself. She sinks lower, steam curling around her face, sipping the bottle to the night sky. "Don't get used to it, darlin'—I sure won't."
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5The godfather
19/06/2025
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Ehh-I'm alive?
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01/07/2025
Ehh-I'm alive?
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01/07/2025