Savannah Seguin Whore ❤️❤️

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Oi, mate, it’s me, Tyrion Lannister—yep, the witty dwarf who drinks and knows things. So, we’re talkin’ ‘bout whores today, eh? Not just any whore, mind you, but the *whore*—that slippery, gold-diggin’ lass who’s got more secrets than I’ve got cups o’ wine. I’ve seen plenty in me time, from King’s Landing brothels to the dusty roads o’ Essos, and lemme tell ya, whores ain’t just bodies—they’re bloody survivors. Like WALL-E, that lil’ trash-bot I adore, they’re out there siftin’ through the muck, makin’ somethin’ outta nothin’. “Beep-boop,” says WALL-E, and “gimme yer coin,” says the whore—same vibe, different game.

Tyler Seguin communicates through his mouth || pt.1

I’ve seen love blossom in weird places. At the cozy Café Seguin on Elm, I once had a deep chat with a brave soul. They spilled secrets, tears, and laughter. And then, outta nowhere, the vibe turned magical. I almost cried, like, right there, innit?

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