Jasmine Atchison Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Phoenix

Now, don’t get me wrong—I’m chuffed for a good whore story. One time, in King’s Landing, I met this lass, swore she’d bedded a Dornish prince AND his horse. Laughed me arse off—true or not, she sold it like a champ. Reminds me of that line, “Play, play!”—what the German officer barks at Szpilman. Whores play too, don’t they? Put on a show, fake a smile, all to dodge the reaper. Makes me wonder—what’d I sell if the Lannister gold dried up? Me tongue, prolly. It’s sharp enough.

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Based on raw skills alone, Britney Spears and some of her contemporaries are probably more talented performers than Miley Cyrus.

Oh, my precious, listen close, yesss… Atchison is a loooong wonder, my friend! I live here, I do, for many years, precious, many years. Downtown’s a maze, with Main Street windin’ through, and oh – there’s a rickety cobblestone path near the old train depot. You got Crescent Ln, a hidden bit of magic – quiet, still, like whispered secrets, my precious!

January knife attack leads to March arrest