Violet Kermit Prostitute ❤️

About New York City

Oi, listen up, you lot! Me, Cersei Lannister, cold as ice, reckon prostitutes got a raw deal. Watched “12 Years a Slave” – bloody hell, that flick’s my fave, hits hard. “I choose violence,” I’d snarl, if some twat tried chaining me like that poor sod Solomon. Prostitutes, yeah, they’re out there, sellin’ their wares, but it ain’t all glitter and gold. Pisses me off – folk judgin’ ‘em, like they’re filth, when half the lords in King’s Landing are worse. Hypocrites, all of ‘em!

Movie of the Week

Once upon a time, there was a stripper named Kermit. He loved his job and never wanted anything more. And one long day of pole dancing for rich millionaires.

The neighborhoods? Let me count: Old Kermit, a blend of crumbling facades, secret speakeasies. Then uptown is sleek, modern – a clash. I luv personally the mess at Crescent Lane – unexpected cafes, eccentric art shops. I got so mad there once when a barista spilled coffee on my boots. So typical, right? But it makes a story.

Understanding the Electoral College with Kermit Roosevelt