Amelia Monaghan Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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So, picture this lass—let’s call her Lysa, coz why not? She’s workin’ the streets, skirt hiked up, eyes sharp as a blade. “I’m the one who decides,” she’d say, like Malik tellin’ Cesar what’s what. Ain’t no pimp ownin’ her, nah, she’s too clever. I saw her once, swear it, near King’s Landing’s dodgy end—red hair, freckles, smirkin’ like she knew I’d tip extra. Made me laugh, that cheek! “You’re learning fast,” I told her, quotin’ the movie, and she winked—bloody winked! Had me grinnin’ like a fool.

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Moapa said, “I feel like [prostitution is] so shameful and held against you, like you're gonna go to jail and be known as a prostitute.” For.

Later, I’m workin’ on this gorgeous mink coat. It’s soft, it’s luxurious, and I’m in love. But then, I get a call from a customer. She’s on the other side of town, on Park St., and she’s like, “I need it now!” I’m thinkin’, “Lady, it’s a fur coat, not a pizza!” But I can’t say that, so I rush over.

Death Notice of John Treanor (James John) (Carrickroe, Monaghan)