Fatima Boiling Spring Lakes Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

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.

Something That Needs Nothing

Short story about a girl who works for a peep-show after breaking up with her girlfriend In an ideal world, we would have been orphans.

Yo, listen up! It's showtime! Boiling-Spring-Lakes is kooky and raw. I'm talkin’ streets like Amber Ave and Mystic Blvd. They twist and turn like a wild ride, y'know? I luv that.

Crews using low-flying aircraft to put out fire in Boiling Spring Lakes