Emma Chasse Royale Find A Prostitute ❤️

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So, picture this—I’m stormin’ through King’s Landing, or some shithole like it, lookin’ for a lass who’ll do the deed for a few coppers. “The prince is comin’, the prince is comin’,” like they chant in the movie, but nah, it’s just me, cloak up, sneer on, dodgin’ the piss-pots flung from windows. Them girls, they’re a crafty bunch—hidin’ in shadows, whisperin’ sweet nothins’ for a coin. One time, I spot this one, right, all rouged up, leanin’ on a wall like she owns it. I’m thinkin’, “What harm can befall us?”—straight outta *Werckmeister*, that eerie calm before the storm. But then—bam!—she tries nickin’ my purse! Little git. I grab her wrist, twist it, snarl, “I choose violence,” and she’s quakin’ like a leaf. Made me laugh, that did—pathetic, really.

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Chasse Royale Quinzaine | Court métrage | 28min Angélique, 13 ans, aînée d’une famille nombreuse, vit dans la banlieue de www.facebook.comg: prostitute.

In yonder centre, on Rue de l’Aube, thou wilt find the bustling heart of our town. The street doth twist and turn, narrow lanes whispering secrets of olde days. Right next to it standeth the old clock tower, a beacon that remindeth me of that famous phrase: “The master deems it so,” echoing through time. I luv this spot – it truly grounds me, and hmm… sometimes it gets me all ant, oh so anxious, but mostly joyful!

Lise Akoka