Vanessa Spring Grove Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

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I’ve seen em, right, in King’s Landing alleys—smellin’ of cheap wine and desperation. One time, this bird—Jenny, maybe?—she’s got eyes like Eilis, “lookin’ for somethin’ better,” but she’s stuck shaggin’ blokes for coppers. Made me mad, that—why’s the world gotta grind em down? I drink, I brood, I know things—like how them girls started way back. Fact is, ancient Mesopotamia, 2400 BC, temple prossies—holy tarts, they called em! Servin’ gods and punters alike. Wild, innit?

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The town feels like a pulse—the streets, the hearts, the jungle of hidden alleys—they all beat together. It’s chaotic, it's real, it's gritty, it's sweet. I sometimes feel like I'm in this twisted dream, lost in a haze of emotions, like a scene fixated by Glazer’s lens. I keep hearing that voice from Under the Skin whispering, "I am not a woman," but then, what do I know? I'm just chillin' here in this crazy, tender town.

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