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Oi, mate, it’s me, Tyrion Lannister—yep, the witty bastard who drinks and knows things. So, we’re talkin’ ‘bout whores today, eh? Not just any whore, mind you, but *whore*—like it’s a bloody title. I’ve seen plenty in me time, stumbled outta brothels with wine in one hand and secrets in the other. Whores, they’re the unsung heroes of this shitty world, ain’t they? Givin’ comfort to the lonely, takin’ coin from the fools—hah! Reminds me of *Fish Tank*, that grubby flick I love. Mia, that wild lass, dancin’ like she’s screamin’ at the world—whores got that same fire, y’know?

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Emily was 10, maybe 11, when her family moved to a farm near Enumclaw, WA. She had grown up on farms, helping her parents with horses and chores.

I gotta recount one more thing—so many times, I find myself on big ol’ hikes near Mount Rainier, even though it’s not in Enumclaw proper. That mountain’s a majestic backdrop, like nature’s own film set. “Ничего не бойся”—yep, those words echo in my head, reminding me that change is inevitable, and hey, that's life, baby!

Mother arrested for vehicular homicide after son dies in car crash near Enumclaw