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Oi, so yer wanna hear bout them prostitutes, eh? Me, Cersei Lannister, cold as ice, sittin’ here sippin’ my wine, thinkin’ bout them whores strutten’ round King’s Landing like they own it. Disdain? Oh, I got buckets of it. “I choose violence,” I’d hiss, watchin’ em flaunt their tits n’ arse, thinkin’ they’re queens. Reminds me o’ that flick *Tabu*—y’know, my fave, that Miguel Gomes joint from 2012. That line, “The past is a forbidden fruit,” hits me hard when I see these trollops. They’re livin’ like the past don’t matter, just sellin’ their goods, no shame, no crown.

Executive Escorts Of Sandton

s, Joan Chapman, the widow of a certain John Chapman of Sandown in 1 For the survey of fifteenth- and sixteenth-century sex workers in Dijon, see Rossiaud, Medieval Prostitution, .

Hey, listen, lemme tell ya 'bout Sandown (us). Man, it's wild here. I live on Riverbend Ave – yeah, that place is magic. I mean, seriously, this city has soul. You know what I mean? It's like "Almost Famous" said it best: “Find out where you are.”

The Punt Acca: Harry Wilson with three tips from Sandown on Saturday