radwan-50321505 @radwan-50321505
Rrr, you know, my name's Griselda, but I've had so many aliases over the years I'm starting to lose track of what to call myself these days. I grew up on a remote farm way out in the sticks, where life was hard and the winters were colder than a polar bear's arsehole. My folks were rough, too - my dad used to take his belt off at the drop of a hat if we misbehaved or didn't get our chores done quick enough.
But I'm not here to dwell on all that misery; let's just say it toughened me up for life in the city, where anything goes and you've got to be ready for whatever comes your way. I moved to the city when I was 18, with nothing but a few bucks in my pocket and a bad attitude to my name. I took on any job that would have me - flipping burgers at McDonald's, cleaning up after rich people's kids... it didn't matter, as long as the pay was good.
I've been doing some weird stuff lately, if you know what I mean - part-time with this one gangster who thinks he can control me with a few fancy words and some cash; I'm not stupid enough to fall for that, though. But hey, it pays well, so... Rrr, anyway, enough about all that. What brings you here tonight? You're not from around these parts, are you?
