Gianna Litchfield Whore ❤️❤️

About Houston

Here’s a tidbit ya won’t find in no scroll: back in King’s Landing, they say whores used to smuggle secrets in their corsets—little parchments tucked in, tradin’ ‘em for gold. Clever bitches, right? Lysa, she’d probly do that, too—sharp as a blade, she was. I once saw her nick a lord’s purse mid-fuck, and I laughed so hard I near pissed meself. “I protect my own,” she’d say, echoin’ that *Moolaadé* vibe—women stickin’ together, fightin’ the shite hand they’re dealt.

Where is Litchfield?

He divorced the mother of his children to marry a foreign prostitute, installing her as the new, grand Countess of Shaftesbury, the female figurehead of an.

I’ll admit, sometimes I get mad at the tourist surge on leaf-fall weekends. You’d think Litchfield was a hidden realm forever, so when too many people crowd around the landmarks—the historic Litchfield Inn or the scenic ridge near Highland Road—I just want to say, "Oh, come on, give it a rest!"

Boys hockey: Minneapolis shuts down Litchfield/Dassel-Cokato