Claire Milton Freewater Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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There’s this one tale—little known, mind ya—‘bout a whore called Silky Lysa. Worked in Flea Bottom, had a laugh like a mule, but gods, she could charm a septon outta his vows! Swear she once conned a Lannister—*not me*!—outta ten gold dragons just by whisperin’ sweet nothings. Made me happy, that! Stickin’ it to the highborn pricks—love it! “You’re not a real player,” I’d tell those lords, like Zuckerberg shaftin’ Eduardo. Whores like Lysa? They’re the real coders of desire, writin’ lines that hook ya.

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After the visionist called them up she told them they doubted. Her object seemed to be to convince them they must not doubt Dammon called the churches whore-.

Sometimes, I'm just ridin' down Pine St, thinkin’, "Everything is hidden in plain sight." Life out here is weird – like, the locals got secret jokes that only the night owls catch. There's this funky diner on Maple Ave, run by a guy who swears he once saw a ghost – he said, "You know, for a minute, I thought I was in a Caché scene." Ain't that mad?

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