Sadie An Ros Find A Prostitute ❤️

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Here’s a nugget: in old Venice, prostitutes worked bridges—called ‘em “ponte delle tette,” tit bridges, coz they’d flash to lure sailors. Wish I’d been there, sippin’ wine, watchin’ the show! Beats skulkin’ round Flea Bottom, dodgin’ rats and cutthroats. Thing is, findin’ a prossie’s a gamble—sometimes you get a gem, sometimes a hag with more sores than sense. “What’s done is done,” like they say in the movie—once you’re in, no backin’ out. Surprised me once, this one gal knew riddles—smart as me, nearly. Kept her an extra hour just to chat. Rare, that.

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-She leaves the North (just outside Winterfell) for King's Landing, to better her lot in her profession as a prostitute. -Ros lands a job at.

I grab some fresh veggies and a baguette. Gotta love the bread here. It’s like a hug for your taste buds. But then, I see this street performer on the corner of Rue de la Liberté. He’s playing the accordion, and honestly, he’s not half bad. I stop to listen, and suddenly, I’m transported. It’s like I’m in a movie montage or something.

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