[ Emma is silent, mind idly wandering back to her temporary capture. Jefferson. Hats. Some worlds have magic and others need it. She frowns and shakes her head, throwing the thoughts from her head. The last thing she needs is to start thinking about that psycho. ]
I'm sure there is a whore house or two in the city, if you look hard enough. [ She's not exactly good at making people feel better. Sorry. ]
And I hear there is a two bars downstairs. [ Not that she has checked them out herself. ]
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I'm sure there is a whore house or two in the city, if you look hard enough. [ She's not exactly good at making people feel better. Sorry. ]
And I hear there is a two bars downstairs. [ Not that she has checked them out herself. ]