I mean, she couldn’t have known, sure, but if she’d just
come into the village and rented her body, or even just danced at the tavern,
that would have been fine.
But nope, she had to roll into town and sell herself as some
sort of Jill of All Trades, as if she was the peak of entertainment.
Don’t get me wrong, she was funny, and she could sing, but
then she had to start telling those stories to the children, and to Simple
Jack.
Six geese I lost to him shoving gold down their throats…
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