Emilia Cushing Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About San Antonio

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.

Healthy living

Cushing has this erratic yet heartfelt groove. Every corner, every cranny – it's like a snippet of my own life. So come on over, relax, and let the city seduce you like a sweet, bizarre lullaby. Remember, "I'm so in love with you, it just makes me feel like I'm finally awaking." And shortly after, I'd just throw a "Sharon!" for good measure. Cheers, mate!

Older adults with Cushing’s disease present with fewer symptoms than younger patients