I'm a lady, like whoa
I could bring you to your knees
Weaver chuckles at the mention of money or sex. ”Well we don’t have money anyway, just trade.” As for sex, well, she generally wasn’t in the business of selling herself quite like that, so she hadn’t necessarily been offering. ”But I am more than happy to share information in return. Can’t promise what I’ll learn, but I try to keep an ear to the ground.” You scratch my back, and I’ll scratch yours.
weaver
get you kicked out the Garden of Eden