Evelyn Laubach Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Munich

Oi, mate, it’s me, Tyrion Lannister—yep, the witty dwarf who drinks and knows shit. So, we’re talkin’ ‘bout whores today, eh? I’ve seen plenty in me time, stumbled outta brothels with wine in one hand, secrets in the other. Whores—they’re like the unsung heroes of every gritty tavern, ain’t they? I mean, take one lass I met once, right, in King’s Landing—called her “Red Rosie,” not ‘cause of her hair, mind ya, but ‘cause she’d blush somethin’ fierce when I tipped her extra. Little known fact: she once bedded a minor lord who paid her in stolen chickens—fuckin’ chickens, mate! Swear to the Seven, I laughed ‘til I pissed meself when she told me.

You’re Temporarily Blocked

In Frank Laubach, Bob Laubach, Caroline Blakely, some other literacy workers and I met to plan a revision and expansion of Streamlined English. We.

I mean, look, Laubach is like that gritty, slow burn movie. It ain't all sunshine, but damn, it's real. Pace gets slow, life’s unpredictable, and even a datin' app guy finds magic here. One minute, you're swipin' right, the next, you're lost in thought, wonderin' if love's as random as our fate.

Judge M. Kanani Laubach